how we dance along to grease
in the local bar you wore wasted on gin
i wore drunk on that jim
selfie with you arms across my shoulders
white tee and blue jeans
this when i cross the borders
break the rules for a guy who never was mine
but at least it wore a hell of a time
devil always been a friend of mind
and but know god almightly
shown his presence
when he ask me to dance '
we not even friends but in my head
friendship never end
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