Oct 2013
You were my six
I was your seven
I made it odd
While you kept it even
We both had counted
On what's known as love
But when six hangs with seven
There's never much luck
I was your seven
I made it odd
While you kept it even
We both had counted
On what's known as love
But when six hangs with seven
There's never much luck
(Sunny Florida)
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