Dust On the Bottle
There maybe a little dust on the bottle,
When I met with you all of our good friends were there.
Timothy on the piano, happiness shinning love to share,
In our faces across the bar in the mirror.
You danced with me closely with no music to hear.
I just can't believe that you were holding me again.
I knew when you ordered the sherry your plans were to be here.
That plan I can deliever, I've missed you, I still care.
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
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