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Make-Out MobileI shined up the bumpers, buffed the scratch on the doorClimbed inside and it was yesterday once morePicked up Tami outside the Tastee-FreezeShe was workin’ that twister cone like a high school teaseTook her to the river out of town awaysRevved up to make my move during the 'gator raceHer kiss said my smile n charm were mullet-proofRed moon peekin’ through that busted sun-roofIn my make-out mobileCracks across the dusty windshieldNo make-up mirror, no ac and no heatBeach towels on the torn up bench seatBut I got it for a gonga dealMy old make-out mobileIt shoulda been champange not a melted grape SlurpeeCandlelit café insteada watchin’ the submarine derbyBut two years on we were there parked out by an oakI reached for the radio and the ring fell outta my coatA storm was leakin’ through that roof when she said “yes”We tasted rain and tears in a long and tender kissChorusWell, Tami came out to grab somethin’ from our garageCaught me daydreamin’ again in that old DodgeSaw mem’ries in my eyes and tore off the “for sale” signClimbed in beside me for another ride through timeChorus©2007 Robert George

Another special one Robert. I shouldn't read these lyrics when I'm slammed with work. bc

thanks Brian.