Three Days

Let your hair down, wear something pretty Don't you know, how you make us both look good? Well, call your momma and tell her we're going out tonight We're gonna be late, hey, we might not make it back at all So take me out to the dance hall And slap

Three days was the morning. My focus three days old. My head, it landed To the sounds of cricket bows... I am proud man anyway... Covered now by three days... Three ways was the morning. Three lovers, in three ways. We knew when she landed, Three day