YOU HAVE NO FLOWERS STOP YOUR MUDDY SHOWERS IT DOES'NT MATTER WHAT YOU TRY HE IS MY GLASS WINE EVEN IF I AM IN THE FAR SITE I WILL BE BACK WITH GOLD MINE I NEED NOTHING BUT GIVING HIM HIS DREAMS YOU CAN NOT KNOW HOW MUCH FOR ME HE MEANS I AM HIS GREEN TREE IN THE BACK YARD I LOVE HIM AND FOR NONE I... Sign in to see full entry.