THE GRAND PRIZE

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She slipped right passed my radar
She has a unique style.

The entire church adores her
She’s not loose legged or wild.

So many men approach her
But she turns them away.

She will not settle for less
Until her wedding day.

See, that’s where I come in at
With fake Christian disguise.

And I will not give up til
I get to her grand prize.

She will not recognize me
My style is to deceive.

And when she crosses my path
I will make her believe.

That I want to marry her
And give her my last name.

I’ll lie about intentions
Simply to win this game.

I’ll give it about six months
My bed will I disguise.

And I will not give up til
I get to her grand prize.

By:  Larry Nelson