47 push ups
in a winter-rate
sea side motel
I feel like Travis
It's not going to be a hit
So why even bother
I just dropped by to see you as I'm on
bloody rag and a broken string of pearls
on your bathroom
Every girl I've ever loved
Has wanted to be hit
Every girl
Butterflies drowned in wine
I'm headed into town
Where up is up
Well, you're a wild horse
On a collision course
With the sun
I
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
The type o
I hate men with connections
I hate your connections
I said I
And so I dance in dirty pants
A drink in my
And the rain washed the price
Off of our windshield
Have I said too much
Am I losing my touch
I
You spend half of the morning
Just trying to wake up
Half
I have been good
For effect
I'm already ready
For my great reward
Mountain
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