Marisa

As the colors change on these big oak trees
My heart is set in the hills
My mind, however baby, is not in the same place
My mind is set, set on you

The problem, baby, is not attraction
It's not the distance or the thrills
I'll just come knocking when my sister's out
Then we won't have no explaining to do

Oh Marisa, didn't make it to my show
It didn't bother me, oh no
Oh Marisa, girl, I don't ever wanna miss ya
The bottom line is I want you as my own

Can't beat stiff breezes changin' seasons
But we don't have to both go cold
I'm not the man to go and rush ahead
When we drag our feet, we both grow old

Oh Marisa, didn't make it to my show
It didn't bother me, oh no
Oh Marisa, girl, I don't ever wanna miss ya
The bottom line is I want you as my own

Oh Marisa, didn't make it to my show
It didn't bother me, oh no
Oh Marisa, girl, I don't ever wanna miss ya
The bottom line is I want you as my own



Credits
Writer(s): Dustin Pederson
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