Scorpio

                 I'm not a Scorpio 
 

Scorpio the deadly By Jim Smith I'm not a Scorpio Scorpio the Deadly can be cunning at times There must be nice Scorpio out there But I married a cheater and have bad thoughts But here I will sing their praise  In the stars of the heavens I'm sure they can be neat and clean Loving fun kind fair spill a joyful glass of wine Scorpio in there stars of the autumn nights A chill come over me wanting to hug them tight I'm sure as I'm sitting here some Scorpio May be offended by what I have said Kind hearted Scorpio with a heart of Gold So I been told I surely have friends Scorpio That are hidden to me some time blinded by the sun and searching for that heart of gold Bless the Scorpio in there struggles each day May they always fine their ways to better days. I'm not a Scorpio