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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 they been

She plays guitar but nothin'
With no intention of becomin' a
Only thing that's him these days
Is where he's gonna find a good cigar

Good
To say you mean
what you say

She never did her debut
He never made it to
She's from the chart room
He's twenty nine and pushin' thirty real

They're funny when they get to
Goin' out for a on the town
Takin' polaroid that are never in focus
Just to at when they finally slow down

moon
So
Wishin' every month of the year be june

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

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

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