His eyes are blue just like the ocean. His heart is a river free. And now and then he gets the notion. And he finds to way me. His love's like rain on a tin roof. Sweet song of a summertime storm. And oh the way that it moves you, it's a melody of passion raging on...and then it's gone. He tells me he'll be back to see me. Every time he has to go. And I keep wondering just when that'll be, cause with him you never know. Just like a thirsty field, i can't complain a bit...cause I'm thankful for every drop that I can get.
(Picture taken at this fantastic winery in Vermilion called Paper Moon with two of the greatest girlfriends a friend could ever ask for!)
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