All the fur and fin will lose again. Cause our better is their worst reckonin'. And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed. And how will we replace that symphony?.
If you were here in Starkville. Towny boys would love the way you stare. If you were here in starkville. Well the local girls they wouldn't have a prayer.
I can go one day without calling. Two days without bawling. Three days without missing. But a lifetime of no kissing you. Something that I just can't do.