There she is.
White light, descending like the color of rain.
July or fall, one thing will never change.
Down and out, you found this city has you on your back.
You long for her to take you away.
And I...
I want a Southern Girl, I need a Southern Girl.
Well, I want a Southern Girl.
Hey, yes, I want a Southern Girl and I need a Southern Girl.
And I want a Southern Girl.
Scent of pine drifting by.
Her hand traces lazy on your neck.
Sunlight through the trees
recalls a better time.
Kids and dogs running by,
She smiles as she drinks ice tea,
Retire to the room, it's easy to see.
Take back the night, claim your desire.
Run 'til you crawl.
In the morning you will find her there.
White light, descending like the color of rain.
July or fall, one thing will never change.
Down and out, you found this city has you on your back.
You long for her to take you away.
And I...
I want a Southern Girl, I need a Southern Girl.
Well, I want a Southern Girl.
Hey, yes, I want a Southern Girl and I need a Southern Girl.
And I want a Southern Girl.
Scent of pine drifting by.
Her hand traces lazy on your neck.
Sunlight through the trees
recalls a better time.
Kids and dogs running by,
She smiles as she drinks ice tea,
Retire to the room, it's easy to see.
Take back the night, claim your desire.
Run 'til you crawl.
In the morning you will find her there.
That's why I couldn't help but giggle over the weekend when not one but two magazines suggested wearing sweaters over bikinis as a cover-up. Ridiculous (for most of us)! Down here you'd pass out from heatstroke, and thus I decided to restyle the classic red suit for actual summer weather.
And now, you can wear that while listening to this:
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