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By: buffett

She's got a ballpark
He's got a pen
They around for weeks at a time
Writin' down descriptions of the places they

She plays guitar but fancy
With no of becomin' a star
Only thing botherin' him these days
Is where gonna find a good ten-cent cigar

Good
To say what you
what you say

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

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

Full
So
Wishin' every month of the year be june

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

Tonight they're gonna go gazin'
An' try to figure out which one they're
But try as they might I don't think they'll 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
Mean you say
To say what you
Mean you say