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We can write our names here in the mud no ones around to see them.|
We can hang our shoes here in a tree no ones around to steal them.
I could give you a star you could give me one to and that way we'd be even.
I could sing a song way out of tune and not care a bit about it.
We could both wear cowboy hats and pretend that we could speak Italian.
I could eat some gum and make my breath so minty fresh to kiss you.
Your breath would smell like wine I like that a lot especially when I kiss you.
I could hit my funny bone real hard and you could call me sweetheart.
Whoever said there's nothing new out in the sun.
Never thought much about individuals.
But he's dead anyway.