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Feelin' ticklish, met a new girl
She's got a tattoo, said she you
Oh, one day out the rain

She embroidered the portrait of a tortured on your sleeve

Laugh at your own jokes, ooh wouldn't dare at yourself
a surprise
Happy, happy to you
Oh you're little dream come true

She painted the of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee

cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky
Drinks in the dark reds of romance and poetry
Laughs out loud as movie shed their tears
In her sleep, she with melancholoy

And I know, I I'm just like you
I was leaving in a way, I'm gone
Still young, though, to the radio
Oh, poetry, a tired cowboy
Who let his horse run free

I know, ooh, I'm just you
Not anywhere.
near gone,
There's a van fast
Moving in

see her face
Or maybe
I'm not, I can see

as she sleeps, oh, she laughs so long
Laughing