Genvieve I was wrong.
I thought the glitter was the show.
I'd never wash it off before you'd go.
But you never left.
Put my legs in a twist.
Before I learn to walk, I'll try to run.
Who'd have known she's a southern girl.
Choke the rodeo and I'll die.
Normandie, who knows you but me?
Clearly go to far.
Soon I will know who we are.
Dandelion days are done.
Blown away like my head when I tried to run.
Who'd have known she's a southern girl.
Choke the rodeo and I'll die.
Dusty hair on my southern girl.
My sun is down.
Who'd have known she's a southern girl.
Choke the rodeo and I'll die.
Who would have known she's a southern girl.
Choke the rodeo and I'll die.
Dusty hair on my southern girl.
My sun is down.

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