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Tuesday, July 15, 2008 I don't know why this song has been on my heart/mind the last week or so. I am posting it here, to share. . . . I do not have a STD, have no interest in having one. But as the song suggests, it only takes one encounter, one time, one person to change your life. . . forever. Wikipedia Says: A 1994 song from American Country music artist Reba McEntire. Upon its release, the song gained media attention and controversy for being the first country music song to address the subject of AIDS. 'She Thinks his name was John' Sung by Reba McEntire She can account for all of the men in her past Where they are now, who they married, how many kids they have She knew their backgrounds, family and friends A few she even talks to now and then But there is one she cant put her finger on There is one who never leaves her thoughts And she thinks his name was John A chance meeting, a party a few years back Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was so black He was a friend of a friend you could say She let his smile just sweep her away And in her heart she knew it was wrong But too much wine and she left his bed at dawn And she thinks his name was John Now each day is one day thats left in her life She wont know love, have a marriage or sing lullabies She lays all alone and cries herself to sleep cause she let a stranger kill her hopes and her dreams And all her friends say what a pity what a loss And in the end when she was barely hanging on All she could say is she thinks his name was John Labels: cross-posted, Dear Diary, Guys, lyrics
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