Number One Lick

Hey, what do I want to say.
I'm telling you that I care.
About the times we share.
So let it go here tonight,
higher feeling all right.
Stand and we'll rock out this land.
Lick more and more not stopping.
Guitar crying, it's too hot.
Higher to the top!
Because your my number one lick.
Fall, get on up over all.
You're on the loose running free.
Not like the past, you will see.
That all your worried haste
never goes to waste.
Because your my number one lick.

Written by ...Julie Walker

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