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• Artiste: Ashley Kutcher
• Titre: Boy From Carolina
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I think I might Know you the best after midnight Tipsy on red wine Black dress, skin tight Hands fit so well on my waist line You say, "You're all mine" So how do I know your skin? How do I know your touch? But you never let me in, you never open up I don't know what this is Is it me? Is it you? Is it us? But I know I could pick him right out of a line up Southern looking boy from Carolina With blue eyes, but I just don't know what's behind them It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire I wish I could read him I've been trying to Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind But I don't know know what he's hiding He's a good guy, and a damn good liar Long day Tracing Freckles that paint constellations Pull me back in Half smile, dark hair Cologne that lingers through the air Now I smell it everywhere So how do I know your skin How do I know your touch? But you never let me in, no, you never open up I don't know what this is Is it me? Is it you? Is it us? But I know I could pick him right out of a line up Southern looking boy from Carolina With blue eyes, but I just dont know what's behind them It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire I wish I could read him, I've been trying to Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind But I don't know know what he's hiding He's a good guy, and a damn good liar He's a damn good liar I know he's lying but he's still coming home And I don't want to sleep here all alone I know he's lying but I bet you he already knows That I'm not gonna be the one to let this go Oh, mmm I could pick him right out of a line up That's my boy, my boy With blue eyes, but I just dont know what's behind them It's a fine line, and I'm walking on the wire I wish I could read him, I've been trying to Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind But I don't know know what he's hiding He's a good guy, and a damn good liar