One Man

Whoa oh baby ain’t I still your #1 Man
do I still make you feel safe and warm
when you are in my arms, do I still turn
you on every time we touch, ain’t I still
the one and only one you will ever love
well baby, oh baby, baby please tell me
I am still your one and only man, your
#1 MAN, your #1 man…
‘cuz if you asked me to I’d give you
the moon just because I can, I will
protect you, I will defend you like no
man can and when you are scared
of the unknown I will hold your hand
I will be your peace of mind when
confusion clouds your mind and
when you’ve taken about all you can
stand I will wipe away your tears
because don’t you understand just
how special you are to me well
you are so very special to me you
understand, I will give you the moon
and stars just because you deserve
it and because I am the man, I am
the man, your #1 MAN, your #1 MAN.

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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