Kentucky Song for Todd

(This is a tale)
It's time the tale were told
About a boy who can't afford not to record
But wants to be by your side forever
(One, two, three, four!)

Jumping on hay-bales, beneath the stars
Outside you with your haunted house with creaky floor
Watching the sun come up and talking for hours
These are the kind of things that we have learned to live for

Working on our song, one day it'll be done
Just like a treehouse and some broken down bicycle
Passing out pieces of your heart to everyone
But like a light or like a liquid, you're a trickle

The bottom of an oak, to the bottom of your worn sickle heart
And your sincerity's the very best part
Your hair smells like flowers, and your ass looks always fly
Taking a big old long shower, and your outfits are always fly
And you make me laugh so hard I could battle-cry

(Yeah, Waaah! Yeah)
I love you too Mart
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(One, two, three, four!)