Friday, April 12, 2013

All it does is rain here
and all I wanna do is dance
They ask me how long are you stayin?
and won't you give the place a chance?
Now, don't take me for complaining;
I swear I haven't stopped grinning.
But when they ask me where I come from,
I tell them, yes, I tell 'em,
I miss my mountains,
and I miss my man.

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