Born on the
prairies, corn fed and tall
She was Miss
Oklahoma, 1965
Gail was a
beauty, she had it all
No one was
more alive
She was just
a pretend wife
Living it up in
a expat town
Sharing the
married name of a man
Who wasn’t
even her own
She was a big
girl, a beautiful girl
And so full
of fun
But by the
time I left Mexico
Her best
years had run
Her casa was
one of the finest in town
Her flower
arrangements were crisp
Her dinner
parties were legend
She talked
with a bit of a lisp
She was a
sensitive lover, and grateful
And a
challenge to love in return
All six feet
five inches of her
Had passion
and energy to burn
She was a big
girl, a beautiful girl
And so full
of fun
But by the
time I left Mexico
Her best
years had run
We spent long
hours naked,
Sweating in
their bed by the pool
Waiting for
the gravel drive to announce
Brooke was
back and we had to cool
Just time
from the first crunch of gravel
To when he
came in the front door
To scramble
into bathing suits
Get all our
clothes off the floor
She was a big
girl, a beautiful girl
And so full
of fun
But by the
time I left Mexico
Her best
years had run
Brooke had a chica he kept in the city,
He was growing tired of Gail at last
He was growing tired of Gail at last
Her time was soon
coming,
Gail’s time was
soon past
She wasn’t
equipped for much
She was a
chatelaine, not a wife
Besides
parties, dinners and love
She wasn’t
much good at real life
Miss
Oklahoma, 1965
But she never
wore the Tiara
She never
heard Bert Parks sing to her
Never had
tears smudge her mascara
She was a big
girl, a beautiful girl
And so full
of fun
But by the
time I left Mexico
Her best
years had run
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