Don't be troubled bout me cause I'm tired
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From working round the house when day is done
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Don't think you've failed cause you can't afford
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That dishwasher to make my life more fun
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You know the measure of a man is much more than just the money he can make
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And every woman knows a lot of joy and tears come with the wedding cake
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The wedding cake is not all icing and loving tender whispers in the dark
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One slice is concern for all your dreams
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Afraid they won't come true and break your heart
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Another slice is feeding kids and wiping noses
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Crying when the doorbell rings and there are roses
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Every woman knows a lot of give and take comes with the wedding cake
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It's facing shadows of the future praying they will fall away
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As we walk towards them searching for the sun
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And it's long and anxious hours with the wolf at the door
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Hugs and kisses when at last we see the dawn
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So when the hands of time trace tiny lines
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Upon our face and lace our hair with strands of gray
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We'll laugh and say for all who will partake it all comes with the wedding cake
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Wedding Cake
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| Connie Smith |
