We can dance for the stars
Was a Texas hot Summer night and you wore your black dress and dancing shoes. I was drinking the Long Island teas since 6 pm and you arrived and you found me drinking alone at 9 pm.
I saw in your eyes, the Texas wildfire and the hunger to dance. You came to me, embraced me and you whispered. Michigan pretend cowboys, are you drinking or dancing tonight? Texas girls don’t waste time on the men who love the drink over the Texas two-step and some romance.
I watched her coffee brown eyes observed my thoughts and I told her. The drink had tasted better and you are the most beautiful girl in Belton, Texas. I see those dancing shoes and the black dress. Dear Sally, I know a Texas storm when I see one. I believe the soldier can dance in your stormy…
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