Know Love
The Mississippi river is wide and deepThe rockey mountains are high and steep
Picasso was a painter of pictures and such.
Midas was the king with the golden touch
The sun that shines is called the day
The grass in the field they cut’s called hay
Ruth played baseball was the home run king
Eienstein was the guy who knew everything
The season after winter yea it’s named spring
That thing on your finger there’s called a ring.
For a whole lot a years I had nothing to do.
But I do now since I fell for you
And I never knew love till I met you
And I really can’t say I ever wanted to.
Love em and leave em I did that a lot
But you got me now like it or not
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