And I hope you fucking love your birthday song If you'll take me down this road I'm on It's late, and I don't wanna go alone If you'll take me down
long And I hope you fucking love your birthday song If you'll take me down this road I'm on It's late, and I don't wanna go alone If you'll take me down
intensity) Fine this is your line this is your mind this is your brain (now a lot of radio songs make sense to me) How unlikely I found someone to soothe
you ain't flashin? no jewels Baby girl my bank account stuffed like that pillow that your squeezing on Don't you know how many of my songs are runnin? on the radio
love your girl) she keep the heels on high (i love your girl) man look at shorty roll (i love your girl) man look at shorty go (i love your girl) im
turn off the phone, Daddy's little girl but now you'reh all grown Birthday suit is all you got on Got the radio on and its playin your song Touchin on your
right amount of schmaltz. Play the same song til your hands get sore then dance in a circle til your twice-tied shoes make a big skidmark on the floor. The radio
no jewels Baby girl my bank account stuffed just like that pillow that your squeezing on Don't you know how many of my songs go runnin on the radio? [
you phone Daddy's little girl but now that your all grown Birthday suit is all you got on Got the radio on and it's playing your song Touching on your
Bopper). Don McClain wrote the song "American Pie" about this tragedy.) "American bandstand. And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark." "Ask not what your
love your girl) She keeps them heels on high, (I love your girl) Man look at shorty roll, (I love your girl) Man, look at shorty go, (I love your girl
the right amount of schmaltz. Play the same song til your hands get sore then dance in a circle til your twice-tied shoes make a big skidmark on the floor. The radio
your girl) Lil' mama stay fly (I love your girl) Wife beater with the denim (I love your girl) She keeps them heels on high, (I love your girl) Man look
