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Your French tongue
In our Southern Town
Your scarlett lips
And eyes of brown
Saw your silhouette
In my gold headlights
Flashed a
drunken grin
Asked " Do you want a ride?"
In my baby blue Ford
Neither of us spoke, On a long dirt road
Dust clouds rose
I turned the radio up
You rolled the windows down
Said " Where are we going?"
I only laughed out loud
road j namely
A broken man with no one to talk to
A broken heart
With my eyes
Fixed on you
But when you came
aaaamee
around
I put you
In the ground
And now i see
Myself again
Clutched your
Pale throut
Yelled get the F*c! out
Leaning
Over
Your body
As you lay
On the ground
i whispered everythings fine
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