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The Coolers

A promise to call you later and a quick embrace
Got me running for your kisses way to start a chase
Not a race because we both win
If we both get to taste lip to chin

In the Sundance with one chance and a six-pack of coolers
Seven ways to woo ya
Together we'd be rulers


I see you in your little halter top
White cotton capris
Pretty feet sitting on Coach flops
Oh yeah, these are for you. Seagram's you like?
What you wanna listen to? Sade alright?
If feels so good out here
Let's ride out for a while
Conversation for miles. Your story. Your style.
Is it anticipation or the coolers that got me aroused?
Two more bottles remain
But you're no longer here
The coolers have got inside your head which is spinning like a sphere
Now the sun is unbearable
And your clothes are unwearable
And there's nothing more I want to do than take care of you
A first impression to say the least
Your parents just thanked me for getting you there in one piece
Since then I knew and you knew. And they'd know once we grew.
That those coolers were the start of something new.

In the Sundance with one chance and a six-pack of coolers
Seven ways to woo ya
Together we'd be rulers



Written by turtlemilse
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