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	Oops   Back home from a day long fishing trip Start to get the feeling I let something slip As she meets me in the doorway, boiling hot And I suddenly remember what it was that I forgot Ooh, she's got daggers in her eyes Holding out hope for a birthday surprise I don't think this ten pound bass qualifies... Oops Oops The other day, I was putting away my clubs The front door slammed with an angry thud She yelled, "Weren't you supposed to pick me up, you jerk? I walked the whole four miles back from work" "Oh yeah," I said, "Half past three" "I knew there was somewhere I was s'posed to be I felt it right around the fifteenth green..." Oops Oops I don't do it do be hurtful I don't do it to be mean Maybe I'm a bit forgetful But hey, if I forget sometimes Baby, is that really such a crime? Wake up to the sound of an awful snap Come to find my fishing pole cracked in half My putter and my irons all bent in two She says, "Sorry, sorry honey -- I'm awful sad for you" "Oh... I sort of sat on that one in a chair Kind of tripped on those just walking up the stairs Can't imagine how they all got there..." "Oops" "Oops" Copyright Jeffrey L. Stillman