Loving you is like loving a fifth of the finest burbon
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i was blaring martin sexton for all of south minneapolis to hear as i drove to the lake to walkabout my pup, and this lyric struck my fancy. I’ve heard it many times but never in this way. i would like to change the lyric is to was for my own personal interest. loving you was like loving a fifth of the finest burbon…. loving you was like loving a house on fire……… was was was, is no more, but the was has a profound effect on me. (via naturalhabitatofbrianna) |
