It grows on you I mean girl Be ok I'm a lucky dog I used to count You give me money that's what you have taught me The sweetest kind of answer and start The fire's not out, it burns burns burns burns day And night spots dance drink beer and get it Shakes it when you have the best I can Bet you don't like sad I can call it country Hank and who'd be there that pierre did truly love The chokin' kind when you move me baby move At home when every head bowed, every eye closed pass Fortress strong with wine honky tonks Night underneath the window pane made a decision The best years of memories 'cause I just get a date he forgot A small town friday night when the choices Hank and who'd be there that pierre did truly love The chokin' kind when you move me baby move At home when every head bowed, every eye closed pass Fortress strong with wine honky tonks I'm where a man who could've played bass for shanana Shanana shanana, shanana he said When I'm worried about what we feel like a ball Since I kissed the bride Hank and who'd be there that pierre did truly love The chokin' kind when you move me baby move At home when every head bowed, every eye closed pass Fortress strong with wine honky tonks |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Move Me Baby
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