Down on the Florida highlands, The sun, snakes and spiders, The scenery is looking brighter
She serves her tea with plastic, Her laugh is so fantastic, A parculiarity from her mother's side.
Tell me everything about her day with God, In this day and age it's so hard to be good.
Down on the Florida highlands, Where people work like ants. Good soldiers all of them, Some people are like this, Their laugh is so redeliqius. A blood orange tastes riper, Tell me everything about her day with God, In this day and age it's so hard to be good.
Tell me everything about her day with God, In this day and age it's so hard to be good.
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