June Bug
You're probably late getting home
Aint you baby
Gone wild on a strawberry moon
I can just see you now
Curly hair crazy
You're drawn to the night like a
J
Une
Bug, june
Bug
If I had it to do again over
If I could go back and retrace a few
Id
Never have talked to you drunk
Only sober
And I'd be sure I'd promised you
True love
True love