Gunnar
He’s got a belt
Over his jeans
And the golden studded buckle’s
getting bigger
And pounding his beer
And oh what I fear
Is that my heart will break and fall
for Gunnar
I’ll make a deal
I won’t let him steal
And pride that I have left
After Gunnar
He can be cruel
Up on that stool
Yeah I know, I know, I shouldn’t want Gunnar
CHORUS
Gunnar has got a son
For every girl that he’s won
And the one’s that I know have disappeared forever
Her simple hearted dreams are caught in the washing machine
And he left her when the pile got bigger
He’s got a belt
Over his jeans
And the golden studded buckle’s
getting bigger
CHORUS
Laura Mihalka 