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darlin will you ring me up, will you take me to the drive-in, make a bed of yr truck darlin, i wouldnt die for you but i might throw down in this dirt till these skinny knees turn blue just to beg a dance from you if i believe in it, what wetness fills this cup can i turn it into hope or is it still just some whiskey shot if its money on my mind then it goes down rough but if its heartbreak that is drowning us then it goes down easy enough if lyin up a storm hurts as bad as this why then do you insist, lining yr pockets with this shit you ought shovel out yr bed & lay for dead in it but dont be calling me up when yr sad that i dont regret well, ships go down & trains derail tanks overturn & pilots bail but if theres one thing that ive learned in all of this its that sometimes we sink before we sail From Letras Mania