We get to walk by the wide-open prairie ever other
Your mother, she says that I need to treat you just right
A shuddering fright on her lonesome part if I ever so much as take you away from her
Then, there is your father, a rather different kettle of fish altogether
Quite unparalleled some may say
A jet-setter, go-getter, problematic alcoholic wanderer extraordinaire who could not care less for the one daughter he bore
Seems to me you’d prefer an ocean as opposed to trees to blow the deceit away

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