Several Nights Ago
Several Nights Ago
Mr. no who, he was in the back seat of my sister car
that night, I was in the front seat, my sister drove
the drive thru at Dairy Queen, he think he got brain
freeze moment, we listen I-tune music we jammed
like crazy enough, when my sister said to Matt bring
your garbage along,
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-31-16
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