L;mo

I can do what I wanna do, be who I wanna be

I got no one to answer to, soon as I turn the key

A cash machine, gasoline and we’re outta here

Call it an early weekend, call it goin’ off the deep end

Baby, you and me,we can leave it all behind


Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An’ steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.