Thursday, April 1, 2010

Walking the streets with you and your worn out jeans,
Can't help thinking this is how it ought to be.
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself,
Hey isn't this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town,
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down.
You say your fine I know you better than that,
Hey what you doing with a girl like that?

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