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Listen, girl, Let’s rock a minute. I
gotta tell you somethin’ important.
Say someday you’re sittin’ on this
swing, Yes, this same one, Long
time from now, With a grownup
man, And the lighting bugs are
goin’, Making that summer magic
in the jasmine air. See, there they
go. And you lean your head on his
shoulder, You can hear his heartbeat,
cain’t ya? And in one ear comes this
nightbug rhythm, In the other ear comes
his steady pulse, And he asks you for
everything you’ve got to give, All you’ve
got inside, And he means to give you his
too, All he can. That kinda talk can feel
like a lotta weight, And you might be
scared of that big talk, Scared enough
to break a slat as you push away.
