.... ramble bamble dandle doo....

Sep 19, 2007 18:52

She smells like Angels oughta smell,
Never know if she gonna kiss and tell,
Says her favorite show is the marching band,
And though were seperate she still tries to hold my hand,

In this desert of a barren place,
All I have to do is just see her face,
Take me away where the oceans breathe,
She gotta sentimental touch she saves just for me,

She doesn't know the word impossible,
Only that it has four syllables,
Doesn't care where I been only where we go,
And when she blushes a cheek ohh it makes me crazy,
She's the woman no short of amazing,

Ya she's the woman every guy wish He had,
Her favorite song is Born to be Bad,
Doesn't wear makeup she's all natural,
Always likes it how I win if we shoot pool,

Looks great in jeans,
Even better when she's acting mean,
Likes James Dean, Tom Petty, and Robert Plant,
Ya she could have it all so easy, but wouldn't like it like that,

..... I've run out of material....
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