Hipforums Couples

I'm an asshole, I'm an asshole, I come to the hip forum places while hip forum members make handicapped faces. I'm an asshole!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

i think that i am the cutest hip forum couple.

oh wait. damn, nevermind.

 

Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for a train
And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Sara thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
It rode us all the way into New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon
Out of my dirty red bandana
And I was playin' soft while Sara sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I was holdin' Sara's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon, if it ain't free
And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Sara Rosie

From the Kentucky coal mines
To the California sun
Sara shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather
Through everything that we'd done
Yeah, Sara baby, he kept me from the cold world

One day up near Salinas, Lord
I let her slip away
She was lookin' for that home, and I hope she finds it
But, I'd trade all of my tomorrows
For one single yesterday
To be holdin' Sara's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', that's all that Sara left me, yeah
But, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
I said, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm hm
It's good enough for me and my Sara Rosie

La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Sara Rosie, yeah
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
Sara Rosie, yeah

La da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da da da
Sara Rosie, yeah
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, now Sara
Oh Sara Rosie, yeah

Well, I call her my lover
Call her my woman
I said, I call her my lover
Did the best I can, i said c'mon
Sara now
Hey now Sara Rosie, yeah

Woo
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la
Hey, hey, hey Sara Rosie, yeah

[instrumental]

la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la
Hey, hey, hey, Sara Rosie, yeah

 

leather helmet?

 

are you for real?

 

at least he admits it

 

Gregonzo and myself.