Smothered in a Love, Long Past

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 How can ya love me honey?
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 Don’t ya think it’s kinda funny?
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 When everybody we know
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 Is putting on such a show
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 How can ya love me honey?

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 You know Carol Schmidt
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 You know how she lives
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 Shopping errands and daily chores
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 Cooking meals and cleaning floors
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 In the evening she waits on him
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 Slowly losing herself to gin

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 She never wanders from her home
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 She never satisfies herself
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 Smothered in a love, long past

 You know Bobby Wright
 You know how he lives
 He goes to work to earn his pay
 He comes back home every day
 Saturdays he shops and mows
 Sundays he pays the bills he owes

 He never wanders from his home
 He never satisfies himself
 Smothered in a love, long past
 
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 You know Sue and Tim
 You know how they live
 She pretends to sit at home
 But she’s on the prowl not alone
 He tells her he’s working late
 At the bar he’s found another mate

 They don’t know what they want
 All they get is what they lost
 Smothered in a love, long past.

 You know Bill and Lynn
 You know how they live
 They’re always at each other’s side
 But in the bed their passions hide
 They won’t agree to separate
 But they can’t restart, it’s just too late

 There’s nothing left but memories
 Of how they were happier before
 Smothered in a love, long past
 
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 You know John and Kim
 You know how they live
 He’s on the road all week long
 She builds her life with him gone
 Friday late they reunite
 Sunday noon they’re feeling right

 They don’t even know who they are
 Still they don’t know anything else
 Smothered in a love, long past.

 You know Gail and Jim
 You know how they live
 Their credit cards are all charged up
 They glitter gold and too much stuff
 Rampant greed’s their greatest friend
 It killed their love in the end

 They don’t even know what they lost
 All they get is what they bought
 Smothered in a love, long past

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James K. Richardson