The clock is tick...tick...tick...tick...
30 minutes just to make it
Your feelin
Table for two,
silence that grew,
birthday card, just won’t do.
She walks
You seem to be doing well
Although its hard to tell
If
So, I was in my car
wasn't going that far
just
When you look at me I pretend that I can’t
I love you
( I love you)
But I hate the intelligence
of
Hey Mr. did you come here
looking for wheat fields,
40 hours a week on her size six feet
she’s
I like the part where you lie between the pillows
Dark clouds started coming
The moment you started running
Bet You didnt
It occurred to me
It occurred to me
that I don’t
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