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"Honesty" by Rodney Atkins, which consists of 11 songs.
Forgiveness And Permission
I was keeping my powder dry till you did more than catch my eye
Barely wearing that mini-skirt
You looked so good it almost hurt
I said baby your've makine me crazy and you said
It's easier to get forgiveness than permission
So why wait when you know what I'm missing
We could keep on keeping our distance
Spend our whole lives wishing when it's
Easier to get forgiveness than permission
He said: "Just think it over, and write me a list,
"So we can figure out what we both deserve."
She hardly could believe it, that their love had come to this:
Dividing an' deciding his and hers.
But she grabbed a paper napkin, an' asked the waitress for a pen.
An' one by one, she wrote down what she wanted most from him.
"Honesty, sincerity, tenderness and trust.
"A little less time for the rest of the world,
"And more for the two of us.
I Will Come To You
I never thought I'd live to see you leave me
But just like the rainfall it's coming down
And something says I shouldn't try to stop
Even though I want to I just don't know how
I guess the price of your plans is worth cashing in
All our yesterdays but baby someday
I will come to you like the sweetest revelation
Like the words that you're not saying
Or a name you forgot you knew
Monkey In The Middle
I get up like a rocket in a hurricane
Then it's off to work like a runaway train
Drivin' them nails, draggin' my tail
It don't take much to follow my trail, follow my trail
Back and forth in a game of pickle
I ain't nothing but the monkey in the middle
Walking that sideshow tight rope making ends meet
That organ grinder be in a bind without me
In that circus they work us like a bunch of borrowed mules
My Old Man
I got a picture of him, barefoot in the mud.
Behind his grandpa's plow an' two great mules.
When he turned ten years old, on May 8, '53.
He grew up fearin' God in Washburn, Tennessee.
The closest thing he had to a Dad was his Uncle Bob.
An' he could only dream of things like little league baseball.
An' that little boy, with big blue eyes and calloused hands,
Huh, became my old man.
Well she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine's Day.
If you could read my mind, you might slap my face.
If you could see inside my heart, you'd see it's in the right place.
See, it's like bunnies in a Bramble, or honey bees in a hive.
Whenever I'm beside you, that's my paradise.
Might be a twisted way of sayin', I ain't proud, an' no offence,
But I been thinkin' 'bout you, baby, in the future tense.
Someone To Share It With
I've got dreams and aspirations
And I'm pretty good at conversations
I've got a heart I want to give
But I need someone to share it with
I love music and don't mind dancing
I'm easygoing, a little bit old-fashioned
I'm a sucker for sunsets, but the trouble is
I need someone to share it with
The Love We Make
I'm not the man you see in all those movies
Or read about in all those fashion magazines
I won't build you monuments
Or fill your purse with rubies
Baby that's not me
But I will hold you while you're sleeping
And I will be there when you wake
And we can fill up the whole world
With all the love we make
The Man I Am Today
When I was smaller wishing I was taller
I woke up one morning and my mama was gone
I tried to talk to my father he told me not to bother him
He said boy being a man means being strong
Now leave me alone
So you say you wanna see behind the curtain
You wanna know why I don't show it when I'm hurting
It never did me any good before so long ago I locked that door
But please don't think I'm pushing you away
I want a woman that knows her own mind
That says whatever
Let's have a good time, have a good time
Don't live her life out of some magazine
Just a simple girl, simple dreams
One life, one love
Sounds so easy, but it's so tough
What's Left Of Me
Taking my truck, guitar, the VCR and what's left of me
Ain't no better off, just used and simply confused by your complexity
Cause you took my heart and my soul and my self-esteem
All that remains to be seen yeah is.
What's left of me, it's a mystery
You were so devastatingly beautiful while I was brilliantly naive
What's left of me, what's left of me
I'm what happens to a puppet when somebody cuts the strings
What's left of me
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