I dreamt of pink for years,
but never did she appear.
You might find me on the corner,
if it'll mean I can call 'er my dear.
I fell in love.
I dreamt of pink for years,
but never did she appear.
You might find me on the corner,
if it'll mean I can call 'er my dear.
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Falling in love with our consumer goods can only lead to heartbreak Tara Jo. Locking your compassions to the hitch of an ole' beater pickup is bound to steer you into the ditch, emotionally speaking. I could go on about the good days and the journies you would make, about the day when the engine will sputter no more, so you just curl up on that bench of a seat, strapping on a seatbelt that will never again come off... I could tell tales of such, but no. You do not need the encouragement down such a dusty dirty road.
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