And I forgot to mention how much I missed my boyfriend the whole time. He never brags about his dad, he dancines like a mix between Usher and Boy George, and he always knows when to suggest it's time to go home.

ETA: Yeah, I said dancines. So?

these lyrics meant nothing more to me than my mother's red lincoln, singing along on the way home from church.
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