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Not just anything will do, I want the '66 coupe. The Corvette That is deep maroon. It will gleam in the sun, With its masculine curves, Fiberglass weight, A throaty burn. I will have it, One of these days. I will not settle For a lower taste. I will park it on some road, At two in the morning. I will be so alive, My heart will be burning. The stars will be masquerading Across the soft summer night. I will be with someone special, Looking up to the sky. Our lips may lock together, Like our hearts already are. I met this soul long ago, We have come so far. Maybe, the next morning, We will drive it to a cafe. We will talk endlessly, There is always so much to say. Me and this other half, Will run away for awhile. To the coast, up north, Anywhere that she smiles. The Corvette The '66 coupe. I don't you have yet. I will find you soon. But I already have my love.
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
'66 Coupe
Not just anything will do, I want the '66 coupe. The Corvette That is deep maroon. It will gleam in the sun, With its masculine curves, Fiberglass weight, A throaty burn. I will have it, One of these days. I will not settle For a lower taste. I will park it on some road, At two in the morning. I will be so alive, My heart will be burning. The stars will be masquerading Across the soft summer night. I will be with someone special, Looking up to the sky. Our lips may lock together, Like our hearts already are. I met this soul long ago, We have come so far. Maybe, the next morning, We will drive it to a cafe. We will talk endlessly, There is always so much to say. Me and this other half, Will run away for awhile. To the coast, up north, Anywhere that she smiles. The Corvette The '66 coupe. I don't you have yet. I will find you soon. But I already have my love.
caroline
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caroline
22/American
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
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