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by Lyndy Butler

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The grass was green, The sun was high
Can't think of nothing better If I had to try
You were my best friend
and all was right in the world
Climbing trees, rolling down the hill
We were like the original Jack and Jill
then you had to blow it and
invite that stupid girl.

Don't call me on your walkie-talkie
I don't want to play no more
those weren't tears, I had dirt in my eyes
Its just weird cuz I've never felt this way before

We had a deal, We had a pact
and now I feel a stab in my back
How could you take her to our hiding place
I'm feeling weird, I'm feeling strange
Don't want you to go, Don't want things to change
Kinda want to kiss you,
Kinda wanna punch you in the face.

Don't call me on your walkie-talkie
I don't want to play no more
those weren't tears, I had dirt in my eyes
Its just weird cuz I've never felt this way before.

Have you ever thought of me more than just a friend
Cuz I never thought of you...but you're the only one I see
When we pretend.

Don't call me on your walkie-talkie
I don't want to play no more
those weren't tears, I had dirt in my eyes
Its just weird cuz I've never felt this way before.

Don't want to play in your yard
or climb your apple tree
just want to go back to when it was just
you and me.
Talking code on a walkie-talke.
Where are you Alpha-Tango-Charlie
Send me a code on your walkie-talkie.

credits

released September 30, 2011
Piano/Vocals: Lyndy Butler
Banjo: Jordan Paul
Drums: Jared Johnson
Bass: John Houston
Produced by John Houston and Lyndy Butler @ The Studio

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Lyndy Butler Utah

A little bit country, a little bit pop-n-roll, Lyndy has an ability to connect to an audience of kids or "kids at heart." With poppy melodies, poignant lyrics and something special that just makes you smile, You can't help but fall in love with Folkie-Pop Sweetheart, Lyndy Butler. ... more

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