cloe was a girl with a bow
when in tow she let others know
there was no go
for a show, she might blow ya
can i know ya, anyway?
anyway, today, when the sand moved, we tuned up the car and hit jacksonville beach bars.
this i are, for the far and wide i dont like being left behind.but i do like the view.
what are we to do?
marry you is not an option
stop it.
clockin
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