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Wax Paper Cups

Pick up a pair of icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat at the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water till our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of our wax paper cups

A see a, Purple sky on my dusty dash
On it ways from blue to black
The world is of my back
And the moon is smiling

A feel a, good wind blowing steady and warm
Sweeping the waves onto the shore
Send sand crab scattering towards the highway
So whaca say

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I know a, little back dirt that leads to
Some ocean front property
Where me stars we shoot the breeze like family

Outta be a buck or two in change
Tween the glove box and ash tray
There a lonely shotgun seat waiting for you side me
So why dont we

We can talk if you want to
We can sit silent
Shoulder to shoulder
Just a sipping and signing

We can make love
In memories and wishes
Stealing cold, cherry coke flavored kisses

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