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Something To Write Home About

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.06.2012

Hello mom and dad
What's been goin' on
I know it's been a while
Since I've written home
I like my new job
Sure, I like this town
But I finally got me something to write home about

She's got long blond hair and deep blue eyes
She likes her music loud and walkin' in the moonlight
She laugh sometimes, sometimes until she cries
Oh mom I'm in love and dad I'm sure you be proud
'Cause I finally got me something to write home about

I got that raise in pay
Now I ain't just gettin by
Looks like I'm on my way
I guess I must be livin' right

Oh, if my old friends
Could sonly see me now
'Cause I finally got me something to write home about

She's got long blond hair and deep blue eyes
She likes her music loud and walkin' in the moonlight
She laugh sometimes, sometimes until she cries
Oh mom I'm in love and dad I'm sure you be proud
'Cause I finally got me something to write home about

Yeah mom I'm in love and dad I'm sure you'd be proud
'Cause I finally got something to write home about
That girl is something
Yeah she's something


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