1950's soul
At the hope, with my baby by my side.
the music slows down,
we start to rock slowly back and forth
kissing each other when the dean was not looking.
The hop come to a end,
we jump into are duster,
and we tock a drive to inspiration point and
made out in the back set.
We got home at midnight
and her daddy said,
I can't see her ever again
Her love came to a end
with the 45 pistol to his head.
The gun was still smocking,
and a with only one shote left she end her life as well.
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