The Dunwells - Short Stories

It was when I heard that song,
Was it Van or Morrissey,
I don't remember a single word,
But I remember you my girl

And the way you owned the room,
Just by being you,
I had to know you right there and then
So I held my breath and then I took a chance

Remember when you broke the Key,
You got so mad and you blamed me,
It was the first night of our house,
I slept on the couch,

We laugh about it now,
We still live in that old house,
And I've still that key,
On a chain you gave to me,

They are short stories
We got bumps and we’ve got scars
They are short stories,
Every one of them are ours

I got so scared when I heard the news,
Thank god our baby looks like you,
I can't wait for the first step
Who knows when we last slept,

I'm so glad I took that chance,
You will always be my dance,
Oh you still own the room,
Thank you for being you,

So what's next then?
What do you wanna do, making stories
So what's next then?
Where do you wanna go, making stories
So what's next then?
What do you wanna see, let’s make stories

Written by:
David Dunwell, Joseph Dunwell, Lisa Morales

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