Is
everything a baited hook?
And are
there locks on all doors?
If you're
looking for an open book,
Look no
further, I am yours.
We'll behave
like animals, swing from tree to tree
We can do
anything that turns you up
and sets you
free.
You're an
exception to the rule
You're a
bonafide rarity
You're all I
ever wanted.
Southern
girl, could you want me?
So come
outside and walk with me
We'll try
each other on to see if we fit
And with our
roots become a tree
To shade
what we make under it.
We'll behave
like animals, swing from tree to tree.
We can do
anything that turns you up
and sets you
free.
You're an
exception to the rule
You're a
bonafide rarity
You're all I
ever wanted.
Southern
girl, could you want me?
You're an
exception to the rule
You're a
bonafide rarity
You're all I
ever wanted
Southern
girl, could you want me?
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