| He kept a loaded gun in the closet
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| And another one in the dresser drawer
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| Just in case the one in the closet
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| Didn’t make a big enough hole
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| She had his breakfast ready every morning
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| And his lunch in a box sitting out by the kitchen door
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| She’d make sure he had everything he needed
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| And hug his neck and tell him how much she loved him
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| And it was beautiful
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| You should have seen it
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| Then she’d make herself a pot of coffee
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| Just the way she liked it
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| And sit down and enjoy the quiet of the house all alone
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| About two o’clock or so every afternoon
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| The quiet would start getting to her and she’d watch
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| The clock until he came back home
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| And she understood just what he needed
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| When he came home every evening
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| Was a couple of beers and a couple of minutes
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| To cuss about his day
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| So she’d fix him a nice hot supper
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| While he ranted and raved about one thing or the other
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| And she never once told him what he was going on about
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| Didn’t add up to a thing
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| And she never touched that gun in the closet
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| It was his, and it was there just because he wanted it to be
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| She didn’t get out much, so she never knew what it was
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| That made him so afraid
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| Most women today would say she was a disgrace
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| Most men would say she wasn’t much to look at
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| And they’d all say she’d be a lot better off
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| If she cared a little more about what they all think
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| She could have a life of her own if she had a little pride
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| Some silicone implants, and another man on the side
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| But she’s got a loaded gun in the closet
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| And it’s there anytime she wants it
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| And her one and only man knows it and
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| That’s why he put it there in the first place |