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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 has 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 you should have seen it |
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Then she'd make herself a pot of coffee 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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But, by two |
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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 just 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 just 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 all would 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 |
