June Bug
Erin McKaskle
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
