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I Stood In Line Waiting


I stood in line waiting.... waiting for you to call me and that line seemed as long as the red sea, my patience never was meant to be I stood in line waiting behind dark figures with a woman's shape they stood unappreciated statues in your painting the title you gave was, waiting You blessed your pride with the image of woman waiting for you to enter spend five minutes with them and leave you stole the beauty of such patience you thief Cause if a woman stands in line for you she cares there so much woman do and not just nails and hair they are the shoulders and soldiers for families and generation so don't take the away the loving message in her waiting patience I stood in line and waiting for you to call my name I waited until I thought of the ugly in your painting and I was the first in your stupid line to step away I wouldn't stand for you I wouldn't wait So surprised were those dark figured woman when you listened to what I had to say I didn't care for you love if I wasn't number one I didn't care for your hugs if it was the duplicate of hers and hers, and every other girl you so happily played So here's five words you can take to the grave I WAIT ON NO MAN ©
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