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There I was Drunk on the move talkin' it up gettin into my groove and along they came four seasons in all but who I met first I can't seem to recall summer was sweet fall and winter were chill but not until spring came did I feel the thrill we talked for awhile she told me "wait here" so that's where I sat alone with my beer it's all up to chance now I can't do a thing I could just be sitting here waiting for spring but shortly I saw her come in through the door stepping over a pirate and "Micheal Phelps" on the floor she sat with me there I'd not waited in vain I hope that this girl lets me see her again But a glassy eyed vampire burst in wearing flip-flops and said to the crowd "better split, its the cops!" and split we all did had to make wing now she's gone again and I'm waiting for spring days later on campus I saw her once more no costume or liquor feet firm on the floor we laughed for awhile but she had to split I asked all cool and she gave me her digits we kicked it again now I wait for the ring and once more I find myself waiting for spring
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Dec 21, 2009
Dec 21, 2009 at 8:41 AM UTC
Waiting for Spring
There I was Drunk on the move talkin' it up gettin into my groove and along they came four seasons in all but who I met first I can't seem to recall summer was sweet fall and winter were chill but not until spring came did I feel the thrill we talked for awhile she told me "wait here" so that's where I sat alone with my beer it's all up to chance now I can't do a thing I could just be sitting here waiting for spring but shortly I saw her come in through the door stepping over a pirate and "Micheal Phelps" on the floor she sat with me there I'd not waited in vain I hope that this girl lets me see her again But a glassy eyed vampire burst in wearing flip-flops and said to the crowd "better split, its the cops!" and split we all did had to make wing now she's gone again and I'm waiting for spring days later on campus I saw her once more no costume or liquor feet firm on the floor we laughed for awhile but she had to split I asked all cool and she gave me her digits we kicked it again now I wait for the ring and once more I find myself waiting for spring
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robert-jackson
American
Dec 21, 2009
Dec 21, 2009 at 8:41 AM UTC
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