viernes, 10 de septiembre de 2010




Our song is the slamming screen door Sneaking out late, tapping on his window When we're on the phone and he talks real slow, cause it's late and his mama don't know Our song is the way he laughs The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have" and when I got home...before I said amen, asking God if he could play it again...

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