Old Man Me
October 18, 2004
i want a handle on things like you have a handle on things, so i can pick up my life and put it where it needs to be, i want convictions and i want them hearty, i want to have views an'a political party, i want to want a nicer car, i want to wish that i'll go far. i want a women with fake breasts. who paid for em? i'll let you guess. she'll call me babe and i'll call her honey, i want her body and she wants my money. i want two children both in college, six parts cash and one part knowledge. i want a car that empties my pocket, when i'm in public i'll be sure and lock it. i want my picture all over the place, i want a gun - my wife wants some mace. all my kids want is a political man, to put in their pocket if they get in a jam. i want a suit and i wanna laugh loud, i want to be fat and i want to be proud. i want to have power i want to have fame, i want respect and an average golf game. i want to wish i wasn't so cold, that i hadn't turned mean and i didn't grow old. but i don't.
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