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"This is how it seems to me- that life is only therapy
Real expensive and no guarantee..
So I lie here on the couch, with my heart hanging out
Frozen solid with fear, like a rock in the ground.
But you move me- you give me courage I didn't know I had.
You move me- now I can't go with you and stay where I am,
so you move me.
This is how love seemed to me- I could look and not see
Going through the emotions, not knowing what they mean
And it scared me so much, that I just wouldn't budge
I might have stayed there forever, if not for your touch
But you moved me... out of myself and into the fire
You moved me... now I'm taking delight in every desire
Cause you moved me.."
-Garth Brooks, "You Move Me"
And my personal, oh-so-SASSY anthem....
"Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons
Lock up your whisky cabinets, girls, lock up your guns
Lock up the beauty shop, there's no tellin if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus, tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes
Cause when God-fearin women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a-tellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin... I got a Mustang, it'll do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I stirred my last batch of gravy, you don't have to be my baby!
Call all the deacons, call the Ladies Aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass
Call all the Pentacostals, and bring that anoiting oil too
Call the preacher he's the only one can reach her
and there ain't no time to lose
Cause when God-fearin women get the blues...."
-Martina McBride, "When God-Fearin Women get the Blues"
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