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Have this ring on my thumb
From a guy who was dumb
He didn't want to wear it
He didn't want to stay near it

Wouldn't take the way I could build him
Into the gratefulness he could be
I couldn't take the way there was them
The way it always seemed that there were three

I don't have to take that anymore
Don't have to feel the shame
I don't have to sink into the floor
Because you couldn't give me your last name

He's willing to
He's been hurting
He will come through
With more than flirting

It's not that flirting isn't nice
But it's not a done deal
After while it leaves the ice
Over all the heat you feel

Rituals, traditions, rights of passage mean a lot
The little things that add up to the whole
Symbols, signs, tokens of love I've got
Do I give this ring to him to wear for my soul

If I do, will he wear it
Will he put it on and call me wife
If I do, will he hear it
Now, I want to belong to someone in this life

Then, how do I offer the ring you wouldn't wear
Even there on your fleshy pink right hand
To be a symbol that you loved me and you'd care
Saying to me "all the time" you were my man.

8/8/2006 1200 cj

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