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my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us...
Pleased to meet you...
Hi Howie
We never met a pop star from
Like me and you
He's tryin? to get into things
More happy than blue
The minstrel boy will understand
He holds a promise in his hand
He talks
Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my
seein' that boy no more"
So I'd cut the lights a quarter mile out
She'd meet me 'tween there and the house
Like two thieves in the night in the light
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like
the boys had stayed behind
While mother tended to her chores, they wandered from her side
The two had gone to follow him and lost their way instead
By dusk
guess we could cruise down
One more time
With you by my side
It should be fine
We'll buy some drugs
And watch a band
Then jump in a river holding
I think I really like him
I was just wondering if I'm jumping the gun
By going out on a limb
And invite him home for Christmas
To meet the family
'm goin' on
[Chorus]
See you from across the room
(Like you want to know me boy)
If you want to make a move
(Meet me on the dance floor)
Though I
guess we could cruise down
One more time
With you by my side
It should be fine
We'll buy some drugs
And watch a band
Then jump in a river holding
They out here killing us it's getting scary
So I wrote a letter for you Miss Carrie
I know you all alone in this world on your own
Mentally you
sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour
(Yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line (I
wantin' more
Forget about your boyfriend
And meet me at the hotel room
I'ma bring my girlfriends
So meet me at the hotel room
Forget about your
I'm gon' do
Pull you close and share my groove
So you grab your girls and you grab a couple more
And you all could meet me in the middle
dear old home
For a distant land to roam
Now these words she said to me
As she took me by the hand
If on earth we meet no more
May we meet at God's
They got some sweet senoritas
That are more than glad to meet you
But I'm telling you boy that whatever you do
Don't drink the water
OK, OK
I
cuz Georgie, boy he chewed the manure
By this I mean he ate the shit
Not just the brunt end of it
The whole thing floating shortly after all the loaves
I think I'll give another week 'cause I can't take it no more
I've seen this episode on TV, yeah, I've been here before
Knock me over and I'm ready
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour
(Yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end of the line (I
like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be"
I told 'em meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster, I'mma peace out
Then I
Shoutout to all the boys I loved before
For teaching me I needed more
I'm kinda glad they broke my heart 'cause
Now it's yours
I loved two guys
laughed about how good things used to be
This big city ain't good for me
I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a John Doe on a John Deere
Summer lovin' had me a blast - summer lovin', happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me - I met a boy, cute as can be
Summer days driftin' away,
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