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Please Tell My Wife to Stop Doing Parkour

1960s spy music

v3

March 30, 2024

Lyrics

(Verse 1) She leaps from rooftops, in the sun or moonlight glow, A silhouette against the sky, where most would never go. But every leap and daring stunt, for likes and thrill she seeks, Brings her closer to the edge, and leaves her body weak.She's broken bones, from head to toe, a list too long to say, A wrist, a rib, an ankle—yet she won't put dreams away. With every fall and misstep, more than just her bones did crack, A part of her, once sharp and bright, she'll never get back.(Chorus) Please tell my wife to stop doing parkour, The dangers are real, it's hard to ignore. For social media fame, she flirts with death's door, Please tell my wife, I can't take it anymore.(Verse 2) With each concussion, shadows grow in corners of her mind, Memories fade, words get lost, a clear thought hard to find. The woman I once knew, who'd laugh, debate, and keenly think, Is slipping through my fingers' grasp, quicker than a blink.She scales the walls, and jumps again, chasing that viral dream, But no amount of likes or shares can mend a broken seam. For what's the cost of fleeting fame, when weighed against a life? The thrill that once did fuel her soul now cuts like a knife.(Chorus) Please tell my wife (Chorus)Please tell my wife to stop doing parkour,The risks, they haunt my thoughts more and more.For a moment of glory, what’s it all for,Please tell my wife, there’s so much to live for. (Bridge)I miss the talks, the quiet walks, the life we used to know,Before the stunts for online eyes began to steal the show.I fear the day she’ll leap, and not get up from where she lands,All for the clapping of some distant, unseen hands. (Chorus)Please tell my wife to stop doing parkour,I fear each day might be the last I adore.For every like, the cost is sore,Please tell my wife, it’s her I’m fighting for. (Outro)So if you see her on the edge, ready to take that flight,Remind her of the love and life that awaits her in the light.Tell her it’s not just the bones, but the mind that’s left to mend,Please tell my wife to stop, before this thrill seeks its end. mend,Please tell my wife to stop, before this thrill seeks its end. [outro]

Song Image

Please Tell My Wife to Stop Doing Parkour

1960s spy music

March 30, 2024

v3

(Verse 1) She leaps from rooftops, in the sun or moonlight glow, A silhouette against the sky, where most would never go. But every leap and daring stunt, for likes and thrill she seeks, Brings her closer to the edge, and leaves her body weak.She's broken bones, from head to toe, a list too long to say, A wrist, a rib, an ankle—yet she won't put dreams away. With every fall and misstep, more than just her bones did crack, A part of her, once sharp and bright, she'll never get back.(Chorus) Please tell my wife to stop doing parkour, The dangers are real, it's hard to ignore. For social media fame, she flirts with death's door, Please tell my wife, I can't take it anymore.(Verse 2) With each concussion, shadows grow in corners of her mind, Memories fade, words get lost, a clear thought hard to find. The woman I once knew, who'd laugh, debate, and keenly think, Is slipping through my fingers' grasp, quicker than a blink.She scales the walls, and jumps again, chasing that viral dream, But no amount of likes or shares can mend a broken seam. For what's the cost of fleeting fame, when weighed against a life? The thrill that once did fuel her soul now cuts like a knife.(Chorus) Please tell my wife (Chorus)Please tell my wife to stop doing parkour,The risks, they haunt my thoughts more and more.For a moment of glory, what’s it all for,Please tell my wife, there’s so much to live for. (Bridge)I miss the talks, the quiet walks, the life we used to know,Before the stunts for online eyes began to steal the show.I fear the day she’ll leap, and not get up from where she lands,All for the clapping of some distant, unseen hands. (Chorus)Please tell my wife to stop doing parkour,I fear each day might be the last I adore.For every like, the cost is sore,Please tell my wife, it’s her I’m fighting for. (Outro)So if you see her on the edge, ready to take that flight,Remind her of the love and life that awaits her in the light.Tell her it’s not just the bones, but the mind that’s left to mend,Please tell my wife to stop, before this thrill seeks its end. mend,Please tell my wife to stop, before this thrill seeks its end. [outro]

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