I’ve got money in my pocket
I like the color
Caught between a rock and a heartache
In the middle of
At a table for two with a romantic view,
He said:
A farmer on a tractor
Plowing in the field
Doing all he
There he goes, gone again
Same old story's gotta come to
Ten days too late you show up
With a sheepish grin
Well the sun sets in the west
But as fast as
Well you thundered into my life like a steed out
I'm sittin' in traffic for the fifth year in a
You were standin' at my front door
When I came home
You say your bags are packed
You won't be coming back
You'll
We pass in the hallway
I stop to kiss you on
I want a road stretching out before me
I want
I woke up at 3 am
And stumbled in the dark
I
How can I believe
That my heart would find someone like
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