The internet gave me a love of my own <br />High class from Toronto no less <br />Brunette brown eyes best lookin thing in a skirt <br />In a pair of cowboy boots <br /> <br />A no fuss woman said all men are the same <br />She's been hurt by some other man <br />The Karen Kain of line dancing, jump skip n' hop <br />An attitude like a train <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />But she's got poetry in motion at the pin ball machine <br />Just another queen of karaoke singing 'I fall to pieces' <br />She's my Value Village baby makin Canada proud <br />But I used to love her a lot <br /> <br />Verse: <br />She had that Lorena Bobbitt syndrom giddy and hot <br />And I was king of the hill <br />Till she drank all my money and half of the rent <br />On beer and Chinese restaurants <br /> <br />And when I told her I loved her she called me a liar <br />Then bonded with other women <br />The word sucker must be written all over my face <br />Hand me down my walkin cane <br /> <br />I think I'll shuffle out to old Vanier town <br />And head for the Playmate Saloon <br />Katrina will dance in her birthday suit <br />Sitting in the champagne room <br /> <br />Now if there's a moral to this story let it be told <br />the new gold digger's aren't old bearded men <br />She's a false hearted woman prowling the net <br />for a free grub steak when ever she can <br /> <br />So be wise to the new world of web Parasites <br />and make your T.V. remote your best friend <br />Control the flix movies and scenes that you like <br />it's cheap and won't cost you a cent <br /> <br />Paul Henry Dallaire <br />Paul Henry Pub. <br />SOCAN <br />U.S.Rep: ascap<br /><br />Paul Henry Dallaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-used-to-love-her-a-lot/
