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By: buffett

She's got a ballpark
got a ballpoint pen
They travel around for weeks at a
Writin' descriptions of the places they been

She guitar but nothin' fancy
With no intention of a star
Only thing that's botherin' him days
Is where he's find a good ten-cent cigar

Good
To say what you
what you say

She never did make her
He made it to class
eighty-sixed from the chart room
He's nine and pushin' thirty real fast

They're when they get to rockin'
out for a night on the town
Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in
to look at when they finally slow down

Full
So
Wishin' every month of the year could be

He's tuned into star trek
She's always into him
Hidin' his cookies when he the munchies
Tryin' hard to keep the boy slim

Tonight gonna go star gazin'
An' try to out which one they're near
But try as they might I don't they'll reach the height
You know you can't get there from

moon
So
Wishin' every month of the could be june

Good
To say what you
what you say
To say what you
Mean you say