Tarnished hearts and blood stained gutters
Slack jawed sails and spinning rutters
This shit's got to change he mutters
Right before the engine sputters.
None of you understand me moans
Harmonizing with barstool groans
Chorus slapping its soil and bones
Jukebox slaughtering old Tom Jones
But AC/DC brings them together
The dour moods, the shitty weather
Wrap it all in a shroud of leather
Six feet down forever and ever.
Yet this is where I met my true love
A red haired angel dropped from above
Less like a push and more like a shove
Carried to earth by a dozen rock doves.
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. The Spur!
So. Freaking. Awesome.
Love you sugar!
holy frijoles.
i'm starting to think you two really have a thing for each other. and i may not know much...but i know a lot about keeping fish alive.
Shit, I've been trying to keep my crush on L.B. under wraps.....
Skycat, I totally forgot about the "keeping fish alive" quote....thanks for reminding me!
holy frijoles. If you hadnt named it, and mentioned that you met a hot little red-headed heart breaker there, Id swear you were talking about said red-head's hometown!
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