A/N: Yeah don't ask where this came from, just sorta yanked it from up my bum. But it was interesting to right, but is it interesting to read? Read and Review please!
Anyway the standard disclaimer...
Song belongs to Incubus, it's called Southern Girl
And of course the characters should be mine, but alas, they are not.
Anyway...ENJOY!
Southern Girl
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Never. Just, never. She won't be mine, ever.
Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on our doors?
If you're looking for an open book
Look no further, I am yours
That damn lilt in her voice, soft and calling. She always used it with me, twisting my insides with her small, secure hands.
Untouched, pale hands.
We'll behave like animals
Swing from tree to tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free
Only meet after dark. Backwoods called to us. Its gnarled roots and branches obstruct the view to the mansion. We forget its existence for awhile. Good.
She loves me?
She loves me not?
You're an exception to the rule
You're of a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?
Good girl, going for the bad guy? An impossibility, for sure.
"Impossibility is only an opinion, Johnny. Impossibility is a dare," she utters softly. Tinged with that infuriating honey tone.
So come outside and walk with me
We'll try each other on to see if we fit
And with our roots, become a tree
To shade what we make, under it
A dark December, the trees are bare now. Her hands clasped in mine, I don't let her go. I'll never let her go.
Mine. Forever.
We'll behave like animals
Swing from tree to tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free
She touches my hair.
"It was such a pretty color before Johnny, why dye it?" She mumbled it quietly, I barely heard it.
She shivers, Northern winters don't appeal to her well.
Always a Southern girl at heart.
You're an exception to the rule
You're of a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?
She looksat me expectantly. And I lean to her as she leans up.
We meet.
A hardened pyromaniac and a gentle Southern dame.
Maybe now she'll be mine.
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