1935 Ford
Life is crazy so make sure the getaway car is always ready
So, we can hop in and leave the single life behind
Crank up the tunes riding so smooth it feels like we’re riding on clouds
Let’s stop at Whataburger for a little snack and photoshoot
Still dressed in our wedding attire
The white, burgundy, and rose gold goes well with the white wash tires
1821 are our numbers but the year is 1935 on the cream old school ford
Suicide doors but I knew a long time before today I would die for you
Let’s see the world tonight I’ll be the chauffeur
Cruising to all our favorite spots anything for my queen
Tire tracks painting our love scene
p.s. I wish everything was as smooth as our ride in the Ford from 1935…
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