14 de julio de 2011

I was right there beside him all sumer long, and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone. But when You think Tim McGraw, I hope You think my favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. The moon like a spotlight on the lake. When You think hapiness, I hope You think that little black dress. Think of my head on your chest and my old faded blue jeans. When You think Tim McGraw



I hope You think of me

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