Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I want a sweet smooth talker who means every word
in the sweetest southern drawl that a girl's ever heard
with that crinkle-smile half a mile drop a line laugh,
he's got the verbal on the table but he's better at math -
I want the polo-wearing, buffett blaring, tan from sun guy
I want the loving and the kissing and the "baby don't lie"
when you say you're freeing up the weekend to give him some time -
I want the breakfast in the morning and the lakehouse at night
I want the sunset on the water from the boat he can drive
I want the easy spinning silly grinning politician's son
with his hand on the dash and his heart on the run.

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