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Jenna Trishelle Davis
Jenna Trishelle Davis
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Jenna Trishelle Davis
Jenna Trishelle Davis
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Driving down the Interstate 35 Your hand in mine And our parents wonder if it will last through high school Mind's in the gutter but your heart's in your hands But dang, boy, can't you understand That I never want to be your friend Then I got a text one night You told me everything was fine But then I woke up the next morning to this "Hey girl, can we just be friends?" And I said, "No, I can't be friends A friend don't do the things we do Why can't you understand? But hey, I'll be fine May bite my lip a few times But what I do know Is boy, you'll miss me" Cuddling on your mama's couch, she walked in She pretended like nothing happened, oh That don't seem like friends 'Cause your mind's in the gutter but your heart's in your hands But dang, boy, can't you understand That I never want to be your friend Then I got a text one night You told me everything was fine But then I woke up the next morning to this "Hey girl, can we just be friends?" And I said, "No, I can't be friends A friend don't do the things we do Why can't you understand? But hey, I'll be fine May bite my lip a few times But what I do know Is boy, you'll miss me" I know you'll miss me And I know one day you wish you would have kissed me Yeah, yeah, yeah But hey, I'll be fine May bite my lip a few times But what I do know Is boy, you'll miss me Mhm, you'll miss me Said, boy, you'll miss me Oh boy, oh boy, you'll miss me
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