Sitting on my driveway, you and me. Spinnin' my hair around my finger. And wondering what you're thinkin' 'bout. You pull a daisy from the ground, then you tear off every petal. With each one you tell
Every mornin. You show up at the farm. Tattoo on either arm. And give my daddy 8 long hours. I can see you steal a glance. Every single chance. Hopin I'll be at my window. Foot doors fixed and my hair
