Across of Lines.
Now I really haven't seen ya.
Or knows who's really there.
I'm just a simple senior.
Throwing romance in the air.
You’re getting kind of heavy.
I don't want to cross the line.
I’d jump you in my Chevy.
But you’re not the jumping kind.
I feel I might be getting.
All I’m dishing out.
And you could be betting.
It’s time for me to pout.
I could be hurtin for certain.
Before my reign is through.
If I see behind the curtain.
There never was a you.
Jim Raab
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