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i try very hard not to fall in love with certain boys boys that think i am a ball of yarn they can string along care free i get snarled too easily might be the ginger in me i especially avoid all boys with guitars my heart is a six string and they've got the pick i don't like that never fall for trumpet players, either the myth about them being good kissers is false i like rough and ready boys with dirt under their fingernails and autumn breezes in their hair they catch up those green fields in their eyes look at me with them and i can't resist that one for some ******* reason everyone says "get a boyfriend, red" but there aren't any boys in this small town that are like that and dad says don't fall in love with southern boys ...sorry dad, these northern boys won't do
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
sweet home alabama
i try very hard not to fall in love with certain boys boys that think i am a ball of yarn they can string along care free i get snarled too easily might be the ginger in me i especially avoid all boys with guitars my heart is a six string and they've got the pick i don't like that never fall for trumpet players, either the myth about them being good kissers is false i like rough and ready boys with dirt under their fingernails and autumn breezes in their hair they catch up those green fields in their eyes look at me with them and i can't resist that one for some ******* reason everyone says "get a boyfriend, red" but there aren't any boys in this small town that are like that and dad says don't fall in love with southern boys ...sorry dad, these northern boys won't do
but the northern girls with the way they kiss...they keep their boyfriends up at night.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
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