pictures…

she’d send him these photographs through the mail…colored pictures of her in various poses…some with her hair up…and others with her long brown hair down to her shoulders…she never smiled…

and he’d look at these photos all night long as he lay in bed…thinkin’ back to when they were together as man and wife…’fore they got divorced…went their separate ways…

said she needed more space in her life…more time for herself…’stead of takin’ care of others…a husband…kids…

so she took off one night and went to Mexico…drove ‘cross the bridge into Tijuana…guess to find herself…amongst the tourists…the drunks…painted mules…tequila shots…bandits…and drug dealers…all of it excited her…

but…she’d send these pictures from all over…a gypsy really…must have hooked up with the right men…he knew she couldn’t have done it on her own…

shots from Canada…Germany…Iceland…Poland… all over…he knew she sent ’em just to torment him…drive him crazy with jealousy…crazy with hate…

she’d send him these pictures…she’d send him these pictures…

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