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Held a sign on the corner of Pecos,
With my hand in my pocket, pants made of thread.
Sun beat down on my back, I was drowsy,
Wearing nothin’ for shoes and a bun on my head.

You blew by in a 90’s Ferrari,
Sippin’ bottle of Skyy draped with hearts on your chest.
Engine revved, I was struck by your lightning,
Head was spinning, I barely could breathe.

I turn to Play-Dough in an instant,
Couldn’t stray my eyes from your direction,
You know…

I’ve got a picture,
Of ridin’ in the Summer,
With your hair flyin’ fire,
Like the top of a rose.

You blew me a kiss,
With your hands raised through the ceiling,
Got those porcelain lips,
Miss America.

Simply put I was lost in obsession,
Felt I’d just seen Venus, the goddess for me.
Next thing I know, you’re off in the distance,
Same old story, a dream that is not meant to be.

I would’ve chased you through the desert,
Wouldn’t stop for the water from a fountain,
My thirst so great for you…

I need a sign,
That I’m headed for grace.
On the right road,
Headed for the right place.

Now I can see,
That’s it’s clear.

I’ve got a picture,
I’m ridin’, I’m ridin’.

I’ve got a picture,
I’m rollin’ I’m rollin’.

I’m ridin’,
I’m rollin’.

From my soul…

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