You got what I got,and if I didn't love π you I couldn't get drunk on you this is my kind of party because I'm just a small town boy while we're dancing on the neon moon π you make it easy,blue definitely ain't your color you have me chasing after you I know you're not heartless, at times I try to be a one man band, because you have a body like a back road, I know we are meant to be, your love π is like a hurricane, I don't want this night to end your from sweet home Alabama something about a truck that makes the thunder β‘ roll there is definitely dust on this bottle because tequila makes her clothes fall off,may I have this dance so let's have a barefoot blue π Jean night, I'm completely wasted on you,so if I die young, you know what hurts the most is that I found you on the boondocks, listening to Rodeo, the kind of love π we make is unreal what was I thinking I knew that you was a crazy girl but in case you didn't know you have Angel π eyes are you just going to sit there or are you going to kiss ππ me.
- Author: Bubblicious (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 19th, 2022 14:08
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