Every time her feet are dangling in the water, I can't help but think about her, Lying there, with her wet hair. That old wooden dock was warm on our backs A tee-shirt for a pillow and just like that, She kissed me like she meant forever, But we were too damn young to know any better.🎶🎶 Love this song and this picture just reminded me of it 😍😘💗

Posted by Sue43 at 2017-04-09 21:07:38 UTC