On steamy, hot summer days, the parched soil cracks like ice into jagged lines resembling lightning blowing up the midnight sky. Summer craves to be quenched and begs to feel the invigorating shower that only rain can douse. It takes what it can get...
I bet you probably met him at a bar Let him walk you to your car I bet he said he never falls this hard Yeah, I remember that part He knows how to say all the right things Knows how to gеt you outta that dress Knows how to make you think you're thе best thing But I know what happens next, girl
Co-written and performed by Carly Pearce
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I perceived his entrance into McGrath's without having to observe him strolling through the door as if the entire establishment was his stage to perform his beguiling act. Every woman, sans myself, snapped their head to stare at him without an ounce of discretion as he approached a beautiful, snowy blonde at the bar.
This scene is all too familiar. I've been here, and I was once that girl. I'm fully aware of precisely what he's saying to her as he leans in, brushes her hair aside, and whispers into her ear. I notice the heated blush crawl from her slender neck up to her high-boned cheeks, matching her ruby-red lips.
I'm determined to do for her what I wished someone would have done for me. I remain in my undisclosed booth for my opportunity. I prepare myself to pounce on this alluring, unsuspecting woman like a lioness protecting her cub. When the moment occurs, I waste no time as I quickly walk over to the "Next Girl."
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