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Keith Toby White Trash With Money

I almost said I love you Could I really be that kind of guy See one candle burning in your eye Then watch my heart fill up with butterflies I almost

thought I forgot 'Cuz here it is December again Oh, happy birthday, baby, wanna to see you tonight I got your present waitin', I wanna do it right I ain't got enough money

God almighty, Baby lets get drunk and be somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah... Well just average people, in an everyday bar, driving from work in our ordinary cars, and I like to come here with

When you play her game What you thought would change Just stays the same [Incomprehensible] I'll be on this plane to Illinois She be locked down with

It's as sad as it's true But I can't believe a word that you say I've been hoping for the best But there's less and less more everyday You can't have

lets get drunk and be somebody Somebody...Yeah, yeah, yeah... We're just average people in an everyday bar, driving from work in our ordinary cars, and I like to come here with

God almighty, Baby lets get drunk and be somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah... Well just average people, in an everyday bar, driving from work in our ordinary cars, and I like to come here with

: I almost said I love you Could I really be that kind of guy See one candle burning in your eye And watch my heart fill up with butterflies I almost

think you tore my whole world apart? But as you can see there's no pain in my head And down in this old broken heart (chorus) I took your leaving with