pickles Take your time make some brine Put all those little things you love In vinegar and wine It ain't Chinese algebra It's easily done Why you can pickle
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She likes fried pickles and sweet tea vodka And running barefoot in the rain She's got a sweet southern drawl Pretty like the Fall And she brings the
Hey little girl with your tangled hair, your tattered clothes You're fifteen and you're about to bloom just like a rose You?re wishing that you had designer
Potter: Oh it's where we put the pickled peppers after picking. Yeah it's our pickled pepper pile. Excuse me I gotta go pick a peck. Kermit: A pickled
'Cause I'll be there in the back of your mind From the day we met till you were making me cry And it's just too bad you've already had the best days The
I remember the way you made love to me Like I was all you'd ever need Did you change your mind? Well, I didn't change mine Now, here I am trying to make
Lucky girl She got the diamond but I got the world It's my oyster and it's full of pearls So honey tell me who's the lucky girl Lucky boy Did you tell
If you want someone who will turn your head Whoa oh, I'm your woman If you want something that you ain't found yet Whoa oh, I'm your woman You don't
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Here's a new hit song from Kellie Pickler When my time comes to an end Don't be sad, don't you shed one tear Take
People will tell you that this kind of love will fade That being in love like this is only a phase But baby after all this time ain't nothin' changed
Long white Limousine pulls up to the church A sick part of me wishes it was a hearse I didn't get an invitation but I'm here anyway And I don't care if
Sometimes the night seems so long When you lie in bed all alone And tomorrow seems so far away I don't wanna live another day this way Scared to let
I wanna lay in your bed Stare in your eyes Feel your heart beating with mine One last time, one last time There won't be any tears That's not why I'm
Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree for me Been an awful good girl Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, a '54 convertible too
I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer i turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of new orleans
I gave away my first real kiss in the rain on a Friday night To the star of the football team, underneath the stadium lights I cried the day he told me
Every day when school got out I'd get off the bus and I'd run down That old dirt road where you were waiting for me On the front porch in that blue swing