Bonding
I've been asking my girl to go fishing for a while
She wanted some bonded time
And I ask myself what better way to bond
Than a day of casting baits at the end of a line
But I'd 'bout given up on that
Maybe fishing just wasn't her thing
We could probably still make things work
If she learned to fry filets and onion rings
Well, to my surprise and to my delight
My beauty, she finally said yes
I picked her up early the very next morning
Saying, you wanna wear shorts, not a dress
When I picked her up, she had three rigs
And they were a sight better than mine
I noticed some sweat on my upper lip
This trip was supposed to be a good time
We'd been on the water no more than a half hour
And she had four bass and I had none
This bonding stuff wasn't working at all
By noontime I was done
I only caught one dang fish
And it was small enough for two of hers to eat
Even worse, she backed in the trailer herself
I was just watching, though I did stay on my feet
As she drove us home, I stared at the trash laying on the road
She said to me as gently as she could
Aww huh, next time you'll have better luck
And rubbing my eyes, I said clear in my throatYeah, next time I would
She wanted some bonded time
And I ask myself what better way to bond
Than a day of casting baits at the end of a line
But I'd 'bout given up on that
Maybe fishing just wasn't her thing
We could probably still make things work
If she learned to fry filets and onion rings
Well, to my surprise and to my delight
My beauty, she finally said yes
I picked her up early the very next morning
Saying, you wanna wear shorts, not a dress
When I picked her up, she had three rigs
And they were a sight better than mine
I noticed some sweat on my upper lip
This trip was supposed to be a good time
We'd been on the water no more than a half hour
And she had four bass and I had none
This bonding stuff wasn't working at all
By noontime I was done
I only caught one dang fish
And it was small enough for two of hers to eat
Even worse, she backed in the trailer herself
I was just watching, though I did stay on my feet
As she drove us home, I stared at the trash laying on the road
She said to me as gently as she could
Aww huh, next time you'll have better luck
And rubbing my eyes, I said clear in my throatYeah, next time I would
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Writer(s): F Steven Hines
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