Текст песни 42 - Dasha
You
ask,
"How
many
more
days?"
And
I
say,
"42"
'Til
I
move
back
to
Nashville
Said
you've
been
counting
too
It's
strange
how
in
November
It'll
be
a
year
of
missing
you
I
almost
can't
believe
it
I
get
to
see
you
soon
More
than
just
visit,
I'll
be
living
10
from
you
I'm
praying
that
we'll
pick
up
Right
where
we
left
off
in
that
back
room
So
tell
all
the
girls
you've
been
kissing
that
they
had
a
good
run
But
it's
all
over
and
through
Tell
them
that
your
little
lady's
moving
back
to
the
city
And
that
it's
not
them
It's
that
I
finally
get
to
have
you
In
your
penthouse
with
the
bad
view
And
my
toothbrush
in
your
bathroom
You
can
tell
I'm
tryna
act
cool
But
do
I
finally
get
to
have
you?
Met
you
in
the
red
lights
Laughing
like
a
kid
The
first
time
that
you
kissed
me
I
got
back
my
innocence
Took
two
weeks
'til
I'm
leaving
Now
four
shoes
on
the
front
porch
all
makes
sense
It
all
makes
sense
And
if
I
never
left,
we
wouldn't
be
on
the
phone
I'd
be
sleeping
on
your
chest,
not
this
king-size
alone
And
we'd
be
more
than
a
picture
we
drew
up
in
our
heads
And
I'd
finally
get
to
give
you
my
best
And
I'd
tell
the
boys
I've
been
kissing
that
they
had
a
good
run
But
it's
all
over
and
through
I'd
tell
them
that
your
little
lady's
moving
back
to
the
city
And
that
it's
not
them
It's
that
you
finally
get
to
have
me
Almost
naked
in
your
backseat
You
bite
my
lip
'cause
I
keep
laughing
I
never
felt
this
fucking
happy
And
now
you
finally
get
to
have
me
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