I like chocolate, but my hips sure don't
I like
We got a bucket of Coronas,
Enough stories to last all
You say you're doin better
For your sake I hope it's
I'm swimming up stream
I'm climbing up hill
And it
I might not have a million dollars in the bank
You Could've been a contender
The next great white hope
Not just
You always give yourself so freely
And never ask for anything
I tried to love you baby
But i couldn't make you
A man has his dreams,
He hopes he prays,
He laughs he
A man has his dream
He hopes he prays
He laughs he
I'm swimming up stream
I'm climbing up hill
And it feels like
The work week is at a close
And we're all heading
Your baby blues
Looking at me tonight
In a brand new light
What
I don't want to talk about the weatherI don't want
Tangled up in you, feeling so completeWith every single move
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