“She came onto him like a slow movin’ cold front — His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes.” — John Hiatt
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- Back and side go bare, go bare, both foot and hand go cold
- All care to the wind we merrily fling, For the damp, cold grave is a dead sure thing!
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