It was June or September, don't rightly remember
First time I laid eyes on you
It was June or September, Seattle or Denver
First time I laid eyes on you
You wore black silky stocking with a seam down the back
Your dress it was split to your thighs
And your hair was a place for a dozen red roses
After it smothered your side
And you dealt in the card games in smoky saloons
Mornings you saw the sun rise
But as you soon I’d leave you I'd look to your photographs
Teardrops would swell in your eyes
There were three tiny daughters that lived with your mother
You only wanted their best
But you could not give them the things that you wanted to
You only wanted their best
It was June or September, don't rightly remember
First time I laid eyes on you
It was June or September, Seattle or Denver
First time I laid eyes on you
I will never complain about a wet spring in Colorado, because I've lived though 2 wildfires. However, it doesn't have to happen all at once! A nice afternoon thundershower is plenty... please send some of this water up to Canada.
However it is cool that the mountain peaks are still getting snow!
what if you were my idol turned best friend who everyone in the league knew i was completely gone for. and what if i drafted you first on the team i was captaining for the all star game after begging the captains going before me not to pick you. and what if absolutely nobody was surprised. what if the emcee and tate mcrae already knew who i Wanted Before Going To Bed last night and i was so crazypossessive even sports writers knew i’d pulverise anyone who took you from me. and what if i told reporters after that this was my longtime dream come true. and what if you said all you wanted to do now was to make your captain happy, and told the boys that you Listen to your captain. and what if… after all that... you put my hoodie on and did a live interview in front of god and gary bettman.