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They met on a Monday
She said her hair was a mess.
Or was it a Tuesday?
She had just come from the gym.

It was the ice cream section
On aisle number 5.
Oh wait, it was aisle 3.
I remember she said the tuna - was buy 1 get one free.

She noticed his hair
Then well, maybe his rump.
It could only be him
Making her heart go thump thump

She quick put on lipstick
And ran her hand through her hair
She was ready for the big hello
But could only stand there and stare

Keith Urban in Publix?
In little ole DeLand
She had to be seeing things
She had left her glasses on the nightstand


She heard him ask
 where he could find beer
She quick grabbed his hand to show him
Because she was from here.

They left aisle 3
Past the salmon and soup
They walked hand in hand
Basically making a big loop.

Now back where they started
She said oh silly me
The beer is right here
Right here on Aisle 3

Keith Urban thanked her
And asked her name
She said I’m Barbara C.
But you can call me babe.

This is the untrue story
Of how Keith and Barb met
There no harm in a story
Hey its just between  friends.

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