walk my love

I saw my love today                                      "Hi! Welcome to McDonald's. Can I help you?"

Sitting there, looking sooo damn good         "Was that a combo meal or just the sandwich?"

I asked my love to walk with me                 "Cash or debit? Did you need ketchup with that?"    

She couldn't walk. It's been so long             "Can I get that to go, please?"

I stay home from work to tend to her              "There is nothing in this house to eat!"

Shopping, chopping, moving, grooving           "What am I supposed to eat, then? What?!"

People look at us odd                                       "Mommy- That lady is eating in the car!"

When we are together - they are jealous and scoff      "Get a life! Did you get any on ya?"

So we hide away so no one knows how much               "You need the fat tax, honey!"

How much I need her and want her and think about her all the time       "You know what sounds good?"

And cry and can't concentrate when I have to wait to be with her        "Some diet ice cream - yum!"

If I could be in the store I could wander down the "wrong lane"          "Look at what I just found!"

And act surprised when we met, and put you in my cart                       "One bite won't hurt - it's organic"

Just in case - company comes over, or I work-out real hard             "I deserve a treat every now 'n then"

All the while planning a time when I could have you all to myself    "Live a little - don't be so spartan"

This is the love I've waited for and dreamed about                "Food cannot love you back"

I've got you under my skin. I wear your ring                 "I wear it on my body for everyone to see"

My heart, my mind, my soul. We are one                   "I'm so hungry I can't think.... I ate too much"

My first though, my last desire is for you                "I need to lose some weight!"

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Celtic Woman (Orla Fallon) - Siúil a Run (Walk My Love)

     I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
      I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my only spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
    I'll dye my petticoats - I'll dye them red
And 'round the port, I'll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
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