sweet sugar pop hits me like a rain drop
loves me in the moon light-
morning comes don't you stop now.
the taste of a Candy Cane on my seventh Christmas day-
Girl, you're the Cherry top onmy bowl of Ice Cream.
yeah my Girls' six feet tall sleeps in the Kitchen with her
Legs in the Hall... shes my good thing.
They say we never tried tell them they lie
cooler than a waterfall quench me till I start to fall
like Autumn of a New year, tears matter now
least of all
warmer than the Morning Sun dog day are here and gone
memories are all that's left now
got a girl that's six feet tall sleeps in the kitchen
with her Legs in the Hall... shes my good thing
They say we never tried tell them they lie.
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