Monday, September 19, 2016

Mountain Air

Bar in the mountains surrounded by nature’s beauty/  Inside slim pickins', you scan for a cutie/
you see/ she saw/ up and down, it's a bit early to think about gettin' down on a see-saw...  

She’s hot, it’s cold out-side/
you tryin’ to be sly-guy/ bump her mom/
so you get the attention of a daughter who’s brunette not blonde/  

Now play it cool/ why not tag along to a game of pool/ what’s this, you came in running shoes, ran to get a breath of fresh air/  pull her closer, tell her- she’s that breath of fresh air, inhale, upset your lungs - air so good they think you’re having an affair…  


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