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Grille de la piste #97773

Fournie par franber

Lyrics:

© Don_T
I had just turned 13 - that summer that we met
They say your first time - is something you can't forget
She was a little stocky - but I didn't mind
She had that sweet country charm - so gentle and so kind

She really seemed to like me - I saw her everyday
and then one day it happened - it blew me away
she never tried to stop me - and she never threw a fit
as my hand reached out and touched her - on her little tit

(Chorus)
Oh those things that can change a boy into a man
I was now holding in my hand
Though it was my first time - it would not be my last
Another great memory from the past

(lead- turnaround)

We met every morning - before the school bus could arrive
Then I'd take off a running - it was a long ride
But after school I'd come back - and we would do it once again
She liked it when I touched her - tit with my hand

(Chorus 2)
Oh those things that can change a boy into a man
I was now holding in my hand
Though it was my first time - and I did not know how
I will always remember - the first time I milked the cow