Your Voice Is Soft Like Summer Rain.
I used to call you Elizabeth. But, I found the perfect name for you. I don’t know your excuse. And I half don’t want to know. Really? You left. It was your fault for not having controlled your fucking horomones. You will cause pain. You’re like a cramp. He’s so afraid of you. He’s afraid he can’t say no. And that little fact causes so much pain. Of course everyone is going to fucking side with him. He’s never hurt you. Its always been you. Always! You were always the one to leave! As much as people change, really? A third time? God! It pisses me off that you absolutely have no idea how much you don’t realize you hurt him. You are so caught up with being greedy, trying to make yourself happy that it doesn’t even cross your mind that you being with him hurts him. Granted, that it used to not. He always wanted to be with you because you made him feel complete. You made him feel accepted and loved. You were, without a doubt, his first love. But tell me Jolene, what the fuck does it feel like when your first love, your first taste of the world, turns bitter? How the fucking hell can you fucking turn around, after being with another guy, turn back to him? He’s an idiotic, obnoxious ass. But he sure as hell deserves better then you. I don’t know you. I don’t. I wanted to be your friend. I really tried. And I can’t help but to find you a threat. It sucks because I want to be your friend because you find me funny, well…. sometimes. And you fit into my pants. >.>… But, really? Jesus Christ child. Because I find you a threat, I can’t help but to want you to find pain like he finds pain. You may hurt because of god-knows-what, if I wanted to know I would ask. But since you are you, I wouldn’t consider telling me anything, because I will use it against you. I’m nice until you piss me off. Don’t mess with my friends.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don’t take him just because you can.
Your beauty is beyond compare,
With flaming locks of auburn hair,
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring;
Your voice is soft like summer rain,
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep,
An’ there’s nothing I can do to keep,
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene.
And I can easily understand,
How you could easily take my man,
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don’t take him just because you can.
You could have your choice of men,
But I could never love again.
He’s the only one for me, Jolene.
I had to have this talk with you:
My happiness depends on you,
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don’t take him even though you can.
Jolene. ( Jolene.)
Jolene;; Dolly Paron.
