the beggining of a song im writing:0)
Wandering the house I found an old scrapbook A picture fell out and I sat down hooked We were so young, so poor, and so in love That we didn't even care if we had enough of Money and things that most say we needed (but) We’d make due or just plain concede it But often the best times were cheap or free Like a loan summer cabin where it snowed on a hummingbirds wings Memories all came flooding through It’s no secret that I’m in love with you Jogged memories of simpler times and things Like your gentle voice and touch that makes angels sing And though those times seem long gone I don't care about time moving on (cause) I’m not a fan of all things new And baby, I just want to grow old with you Just want to grow old with you I know your laughing cause we’re just 41 And I sound like we’re almost all done I know we have lots more pictures to take Of our life of love and even mistakes Memories all came flooding through It’s no secret that I’m in love with you Jogged memories of simpler times and things Like your gentle voice and touch that makes angels sing And though those times seem long gone I don't care about time moving on (cause) I’m not a fan of all things new And baby, I just want to grow old with you Baby, please let me grow old with you.
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