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My Best Friend Lyrics
I think I'll take a moment celebrate my age
End of an era and the turning of a page
Now it's time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years

In my next thirty years I'm gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things I've done
Maybe now I've conquered all my adolescent fears
And I'll do it better in my next thirty years

My next thirty years I'm gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I'm doin' here in my next thirty years

For my next thirty years I'm gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe I'll remember my next thirty years

My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years

Please Remember Me Lyrics
She left more than just her lipstick
When she walked out
Her memory keeps haunting me
That's why I'm hunting you down

It's been a long time since our lips met
You've always been good at helping me forget
I'll regret it in the morning but that's not stopping me now

Senorita Margarita
I'm as lonesome as a man can be
I still love her I still need her
I'm just hopin' you can comfort me
I don't wanna do her wrong
I don't need somebody new
I just can't be alone tonight
So Senorita Margarita
Let me hold you tight

She always comes to her senses
With some space and time
And you're just what I needed
To pull off this hot head of mine

I hope you realize this is a one night stand
I'm gonna get her back I know I can
So let's keep this between you, me, the salt and the lime

Senorita Margarita
I'm as lonesome as a man can be
I still love her I still need her
I'm just hopin' you can comfort me
I don't wanna do her wrong
I don't need somebody new
I just can't be alone tonight
So Senorita Margarita
Let me hold you tight

Don't Take The Girl Lyrics
(Craig Martin/Larry W. Johnson)
(Track 8 - Time 4:09)
Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate holdin' a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said we can't leave her behind
Son I know you don't want her to go but someday you'll change your mind
And Johnny said "Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson, take my best friend Bo
Take anybody that you want as long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy please don't take the girl

Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Ten years down the road
He held her tight and kissed her lips
In front of the picture show
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said "If you do what I tell you to, there won't be any harm"
And Johnny said "Take my money, take my wallet, take my credit cards
Here's the watch that my grandpa gave me
Here's the key to my car
Mister give it a whirl
But please don't take the girl

Same old boy
Same sweet girl
Five years down the road
There's gonna be a little one and she says it's time to go
Doctor says the baby's fine but you'll have to leave
'Cause his momma's fading fast and Johnny hit his knees and there he prayed
Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I'll gladly take her place if you'll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God, please don't take the girl

Johnny's daddy
Was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old

Tiny Dancer Lyrics
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, she'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, she'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

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