Firefly Jar
May 21, 2007
Who let you out the firefly jar
Never thought you’d ever stray too far
But you’ve flown, flown, flown
You’re makin’ my head all fuzzy
He was never right for you was he?
Now I’m blown, blown, blown
Your boots were made for walkin’
But that mouth sure wasn’t made for talkin’
Girl get gone, gone, gone
Fell a few times down on one knee
Turns out it’ll make a man of me
Now I’m grown, grown, grown