Suns out, Guns out

It's a take-your-top-off Kind of day And I'm getting naked In the backyard Merle Haggard rambling Feverishly in my mind I'm letting the sun Get a little frisky Kiss me anywhere it wishes And the lilacs whisper Fragrance There's a new cadence of Grasshopper sounds I'm gonna change things I'm gonna be that girl That everybody falls in love with Everybody knows her name Dark-skinned All muscle All smiles Living life outside Kissing all the boys And making them cry Living life famously Shamelessly Physically With a closet full of jorts and cut-off tees I'm gonna be that girl Because It's a take-your-top-off Kind of day And I'm already naked I'm a wild mustang I've got nothing To lose but my shirt and my inhibitions

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