Bettie Serveert
Bettie Serveert
Bettie Serveert
Bettie Serveert
Bettie Serveert
Bettie Serveert
Bettie Serveert
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Bettie Serveert
She has three more lovers
But they all got cold feet
And I know that there were others
But she's so discrete
Yet a wave of his hand's enough
To get her back again
She made it thru high school
And she's got a degree
And in many different ways
She's a lot smarter than me
Yet a wave of his hand's enough
To get her back again
I despise every word that he speaks
'cause he tries to make her feel week
And he put's her down in public
And he treats her like a child
But he'll never make a lapdog
Out of something so wild
Yet a wave of his hand's enough
To get her back again
I tried to convince her
To make it on her own
But she's afraid to be a spinster
Afraid to be alone
Yet a wave of his hand's enough
To get her back again
I despise every word that he speaks
'cause he tries to make her feel week
And he put's her down in public
And he treats her like a child
But he'll never make a lapdog
Out of something so wild
Yet a wave of his hand's enough
To get her back again
I despise every move that he makes
'cause I know what he's trying to brake
And he put's her down in public
And he treats her like a child
But he'll never make a lapdog
Out of something so wild
Yet a wave of his hand's enough
To get her back again