The Southern Boys Muse pt.1

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Steve likes to do magic as he shakes my tree  
he calls me the cutest ever he did see  
Abracadabra he says reaching out to grab me  
as we kiss going higher and higher  
taking a ride on his big ole jet liner  
 
that ole Charlie, he's loves to go South  
fiddle in hand looking for the devil himself  
Van calls me his girl with eyes of brown  
as we sail into mist on a day like this  
 
i cant tell you why i made the eagle fly so high  
he thought me a woman witch  
perhaps he saw me soar over the seventh bridge  
took him to his limit in that hotel room  
left a peaceful feeling as i left on my broom  
 
you don't know how Tom feels unless your high all the time  
he loves him some MJ free fallin' from the sky  
i wasn't being petty as i told him with a frown  
don't mess with me baby i wont back down  
 
that man Manford he's outta sight  
got too close now blinded by my light  
Joe, hes easy going but he cant drive  
fancy car for me speed one-eighty-five