we put on our boots and hit up the fall festival.
it was then that i first held your hand.
your eyes found mine that night; \'twas unforgettable.
did God send you? none of this was planned.
i was the luckiest girl that cool october night.
hanging on the arm of the most handsome man.
you said be my hot date; sure hope i got it right.
now i\'m writing poems; who am i? damn!
my hands at idle, gripping the seams of my jeans.
ready to touch you in places id never seen.
all i could think about was get me on my knees.
can\'t you see my lip bite? take me home please!
any night with you and a busch light is perfection
guitar strings and kisses; oh the wreckage!
i\'ve got pieces of you from each night that we\'ve spent.
tucked in my panties for a day that you may forget.