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You were sweet like honey mustard
Your hair was soft as the breeze
You were swift as how the lightning
Sets fire to the trees
You were broken I could mend you
You were wet I’d dry you off
You were hoping I could lend you
My best pair of socks
So I did give you a pair
But they sure weren’t my best
I think I’ve learned my lesson now
So put me to the test
I’m down like Jack Daniel’s
Reading The Catcher in the Rye
When I walked in the bar that night
It was you who caught my
You who caught my
You who caught my eye
You were complex as an ocean
You were hopeful as a sail
You were open as a mailbox
Without any mail
You were hoping for a girlfriend
But I sure ain’t your girl
I’m a free young twenty-something
And I wanna see the world
So I did give you my number
But the last digits were wrong
I guess you can try to guess ’em
By the end of this song
I’m up just like coffee
Reading the writing on the wall
I don’t quite know the reason
But I remember it
I remember it
I remember it all
You were kingly like a forest
You were broken like a key
You were laughing like a rich man
When you came over to me
You said you want to buy some wheels
So I asked you what kind
You said something really flashy
And I made up my mind
That I sure won’t meet anybody
When I’m out at a bar
So maybe I’ll quit drinking
Learn how to drive a car
I’m sober like the morning
And I have never been more sure
That if you come with warnings
I will kick you to the
Kick you to the
Kick you to the curb
You were sweet like honey mustard
Your hair was soft as the breeze
But once we got to talking
I knew I should take my leave
Nikamowin