Monday, November 23, 2009

When The Wrong One Loves You Right.

She looks great in cheap sunglasses. She looks great in anything. She's a warm conversation that I wouldn't miss for nothing. She's a fighter when she's mad and she's a lover when she's loving. She's everything I ever wanted and everything I need. I talk about her, I go on and on and on cause she's everything to me. She's a soft place to land and a good feeling knowing. She's a Saturday out on the town and a church girl on Sunday. She's a one glass of wine and she's feeling kinda tipsy. She's the giver I wish I could be and the stealer of the covers. She's the hand that I'm holding when I'm on my knees and praying. She's the answer to my prayer and she's the song that I'm playing. She's the voice I love to hear someday, when I'm ninety. She's that wooden rocking chair I want rocking right beside me. Everyday that passes I only love her more. She's the one that I'd lay down my own life for.
- Brad Paisley.

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