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"The House with a Hoop" by Eric Wayne Flynn
"The House with a Hoop"
Southern skin headed up north, an abrupt shake
Five strong against a full court press making a fast break
Laughing and crying in a wooden metal wagon
80's fresh, big hair, Buster Brown's, now that's fashion
The trail blazed, mission accomplished
There it stood, ten feet tall, wow, astonished
Wondrous, now what could that be?
Instant, it's power over me
I need something else, a melon?... A ball!
Damn, i cant wait to play, gotta dribble before ya crawl
One on none, day after day
Till someone else came to play
Fun with others, learn bout competition
Addicted, i'm in love, a condition
Put to a test, let's see where i stand
Punished and ridiculed, I question, I man?
Challenged, i learn to show my teeth
Keep em in your mouth, my mouth my sheath
After years of tears and years of fears
My love didn't love me
What a whore, what's the score?
Down 2, step back for 3!
Realized, the relationship never changed
"Swish" or "Cachunk', nylons or chains
Love, so pure it's spiritual
Your rim, a halo, so spherical
A 34 year romance, you've taught me so much
You made me better, you developed my touch
Still I go on dates with you, just the two of us blessed
Take away some pain, some fear, some stress
Till my dying day, you'll find me laying it up... kick the bucket, nope finish with a scoop
Wooden metal wagon full of poor southern skin, headed for the house with a hoop