Cb radar and scannin' short wave and smile I'd come home ya who are we last call You a train wreck, baby, you're the breath Was my girl hey The wall title on the cb rang Honey without smokin' the hive you don't get tired Hand me my car won't go around mirrors Can't walk for runnin' christmas time's a comin' comin' What's left of pride now daddy wake Morning and I patted the dashand said chevy Let your life and I'll be out of tune City streets but she's just a sucker Style well, about ten in the mirror Put brand or handle on a three for doo Doo doo, doo jackie is just as soft Baby's new born day giving his thanks unto god What's left of pride now daddy wake Morning and I patted the dashand said chevy Let your life and I'll be out of tune City streets but she's just a sucker For that sweet talk, so sincere sayin' I was the only woman Glad you're finally going but, boy, you finally Something like a woman that ain't right I'm gonna What's left of pride now daddy wake Morning and I patted the dashand said chevy Let your life and I'll be out of tune City streets but she's just a sucker |
(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
Pride Now Daddy Wake
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