jaded
why is it
every time i look
for you
somebody else is
chasing you through tennessee...
i had a bad dream.
paris was in
elizabethtown kentucky.
you.
you were my horse, baby.
you had sparkle
in your mane.
(lucky boy,
lucky girl).
please
just
set me free in tennessee
one last time,
i'm begging you.
that cross country drive
has got me jaded and
i need you
like horses need the wind.
next time,
don't walk
away from me.
let's run, baby:
let's run.
Friday, October 9, 2009
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