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By: buffett

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

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

Good
To say you mean
what you say

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

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

moon
So
Wishin' every month of the could be june

He's always tuned into trek
always tuned into him
Hidin' his when he gets the munchies
hard just to keep the boy slim

Tonight gonna go star 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

Full
So
every month of the year could be june

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