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
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
You always give yourself so freelyAnd never ask for anything
Tangled up in you, feeling so completeWith every single move
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