Mustard and French Fries

From Lingering by Bryon Bowers

Mustard and French Fries

Words by Bryon Bowers

I was sitting' at the lunch table You sat down by my side Summer almost here It was the end of 95 I called you "Mustard and French Fries" You called me on the phone We circled round each other But we never took it home We were always with another [Chorus] You were my "Mustard and French Fries" Always on my mind Every class we had together a cherished honey vine Circled Each Other Forever Never the right Time We'll always have that.. One Last Dance… Of 95… It was the Last Dance Of Junior High Wearing my best dress shirt Your Blue Dress On Punk Dancing' Hard To "Never known a girl like You before" DJ playing Shaggy's "Boombastic"... [Chorus] Slow music on Hair slicked back Palms Sweating' hard Last Slow Dance Of the night I extended my hand to you My Hands Around your waist Yours wrapped around my neck We slowly danced Bodies side to side Awkward bump of our knees We laughed it off [Chorus] Graduation came We were top of the game Red Robes on In the hot Texas Sun I sat next to you We said our spiel to our class mates Change coming hard One last Hug One last smile You said "adieu I'll miss you" I said "I'll miss you too" A great sadness in my heart as we went our separate ways [Chorus]
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