11 August 2008
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was summertime in Northern Michigan Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
This was never the way I planned Not my intention. I got so brave, drink in hand Lost my discretion It's not what I'm used to Just want to try you on I'm curious, for you, Caught my attention I kissed
A red one Convict Gaga I've had a little bit too much All of the people start to rush (Start to rush by) Caught in a twisted dance Can't find my drink or man Where are my keys, I left my phone What's
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