Don't Want No Second Hand Man

Aaaaaaan country...here we go!

I was eight when we first met.
He was laughin' with her on the big play set.
He asked me to come up and play with them, too;
My first thought was, "Boy, I'm gonna marry you!"
When he wanted to play house
She was his, though I wanted to be his spouse.
We met each day and it was always the same.
For the next ten years, she's be the one he'd claim.
I couldn't sleep each bed time
Cause I was begin' God one day he'd be mine.
Commencement day, I saw the ring on her hand.
It broke my heart cause he'd never be my man.
A week before they'd unite
She got in a car crash and abruptly died.
When he came to my door I was mistified;
Some how he thought I could replace his dead bride.
"You're second choice for my bride.
Now that she's dead, I'm askin' you to be mine.
I know you've always dreamed I would be your man."
He held out the ring that had been on her hand.
"Can't put women on no shelf
To be picked and choosed like you own them yourself.
Don't want no second-hand man, so in that case--"
I threw the ring back and closed the door in his face.