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You shouldn't kiss me like this unless you mean it like that, and if you do baby kiss me again
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BASICS
| Birthday: | April 29, 1988 |
| Sexual Orientation: | Heterosexual |
| Location: | Langley, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada |
INTERESTS
~ ~ ~ MY SHIT ~ ~ ~
Jessica
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You shouldn't kiss me like this unless you mean it like that, and if you do baby kiss me again
Fully CANADIAN
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& A Country Girl at Hart
You shouldn't kiss me like this unless you mean it like that, and if you do baby kiss me again
~~~ ~~~GROWING FORWARDS~~~ ~~~
Big Huge Raised-Up Trucks
Customizes Bikes
Fast Cars
Being With Friends
Driving Somewhere & Anywhere
Running In The Rain
Swimming Just About Any Time
Singing - Knowing The Words Or Not
Laughing Till It Hurts So Bad
Drinking Coffee Till You Shake
Dancing At Night in The Middle Of The Street
Playing in the snow
Receiving mail
Smiling, Its Worth So Much
Memories – (Picture Time)
Staying Out All Night
Getting Lost – (It Is Not That Hard To Do)
Traveling – Everywhere & Anywhere
Being Caught Off Guard
Fires Or Anything Of The Sort
Softball – ( First & Third )
Being On A Harley
Camping Out
Watching Movies
Individuality (Don’t Manipulate me)
Immaturity It Makes Life More Fun
Pillow Fights
Summer Days At The Beach
Kayaking
That Unexpected Call
Playing Pool
That Feeling That Makes Me Bite My Lip
The Adrenalin After Being Scared
Cuddling up in bed
“Good Morning” messages on my phone
Dinners Out (food fights & All)
Customizes Bikes
Fast Cars
Being With Friends
Driving Somewhere & Anywhere
Running In The Rain
Swimming Just About Any Time
Singing - Knowing The Words Or Not
Laughing Till It Hurts So Bad
Drinking Coffee Till You Shake
Dancing At Night in The Middle Of The Street
Playing in the snow
Receiving mail
Smiling, Its Worth So Much
Memories – (Picture Time)
Staying Out All Night
Getting Lost – (It Is Not That Hard To Do)
Traveling – Everywhere & Anywhere
Being Caught Off Guard
Fires Or Anything Of The Sort
Softball – ( First & Third )
Being On A Harley
Camping Out
Watching Movies
Individuality (Don’t Manipulate me)
Immaturity It Makes Life More Fun
Pillow Fights
Summer Days At The Beach
Kayaking
That Unexpected Call
Playing Pool
That Feeling That Makes Me Bite My Lip
The Adrenalin After Being Scared
Cuddling up in bed
“Good Morning” messages on my phone
Dinners Out (food fights & All)
OUR SONG
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...
Cause
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...
Cause
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song