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Danny Price

A White Christmas In South Texas

we fly down the highway
looking for the next bar open on Christmas Eve
 
we each do a line and head on in
flirt with lonely girls
and take bumps in the bathroom
 
more blow than I’ve done in a long time
 
we repeat this process until last call
and each of us go home alone
 
I manage a few hours of sleep and wake up in Texas
to the grimmest Chrsitmas Day I can remember
 
all I can think is
Santa must have known how naughty I’ve been

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A Long Hair on the Pillow

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
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peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
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You're A Suit

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow



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