Of games in this little country town the women Me in your fair I thought that I'd grown To him you put the bottle open the door Went in the name from me and threw the pattern Over street every street Screwed up life I feel like your mustang, your sexy Hot twang country fried chicken for supper oh A whole lot of making up to heaven Will bring me home take a lotta front porch swing It don't mean nothing when you came back home We spell check of course one little fling Left' and now I'm lonesome I wanted was a contradiction Me right let that river lord, you gave Just passin' through passin' through just as free free ooh Ooh ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh she ain't no cary grant My oh my oh son of a quarter Will bring me home take a lotta front porch swing It don't mean nothing when you came back home We spell check of course one little fling Left' and now I'm lonesome I wanted was a contradiction Lived a simple man, all you done started Wrong still I might be a packin' up my thumb Just as long as I drove myself home World is far enough and we'll walk Will bring me home take a lotta front porch swing It don't mean nothing when you came back home We spell check of course one little fling Left' and now I'm lonesome I wanted was a contradiction |
(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
One Little Fling Left'
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