BEING IRISH
savannah party
with green beer and green attire
the fire inside me
SEX JEANS
the way those hips turn
makes me wanna say to you
'i would do it up'
LIPS, CUSHION
i love big lipped girls
red hair, plastic frame, the end
thoughts pretend lindsey
ALL I EVER WANT
twas the cruelest month
the butterfly's fly real high
your kiss was unique
SLAM, SLAP
slide up on it girl
you rock my world at zaxby's
at pizza hut too
RODEO
i could round up girls
rom resteraunts on the isle
that would rival stars
PLANET
your name could swirl light
and your frame could trick the gods
and your eveil spills
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