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I'm just a small town girl.

Grew up in an isolated part of the Southwest where everyone knows your

perfect strangers even smile and say hello when they see you.

The kind of town where everything closes early on Friday nights so everyone can

go and share on the local football team.

Thank you.

I love small town life, but it does have its disadvantages.

Not a lot of places to go and meet new people or do exciting things.

So like most towns this size, we all tend to end up at the same old place

weekend after weekend.

The local honky tonk.

The regular hangout for me and my girlfriends.

Drinking, dancing, and hopefully meeting Mr. Right.

My mama taught me that someday I'd find my prince and we'd ride off into the

sunset together, but that I might have to kiss a few frogs along the way.

You know what? I'm thinking she was right, because I've kissed a few frogs.

so

you

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I was waiting for my prince.

I would know him when I saw him.

But for now, it was all about the dance.

Well, and the drinking, too.

I figured I'd find a man eventually, and he would cross my path someday.

He would find me.

It's not that I'm real picky.

At least I don't think so.

But it did seem that my girlfriends were always hooking up before me.

I just wasn't that interested in running off with the first cowboy that asked me

to dance.

Thank you.

Ah.

Now, don't get me wrong.

I know it sounds like I'm jealous of what seems like everyone else finding

someone to be with.

And maybe I am just a little bit.

But I guess what bothered me most was the fact that I was here every weekend

watching everyone else pair up and find love.

Come on, read that cock.

Fuck it with your mouth.

You are a dirty girl, aren't you?

Yeah,

I know you are.

Take it down. Take it down.

What can I do to see you with the cowboy hat back on?

I often dream of Mr.

Right. My prince would walk through that door at any moment and sweep me right

off my feet.

We would make love right here on the dance floor and then ride off into the

sunset together.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

Thank you.

mm -hmm

Come here.

Fuck you.

Dreams are just that, dreams.

Wasted time and broken heart.

Dreams only seem to make it worse for me.

And then I saw Billy.

I had known him since the first grade.

And we had even been boyfriend and girlfriend at one point.

Years ago.

He moved out of town when we were freshmen.

I guess he was back.

But it seemed that he was more interested in my best friend Kirsten.

Maybe he didn't remember me.

You know, I'm not sure why it bothered me so much watching him making out with

her.

But I was sure I knew how to kill the pain.

The dance and maybe a swig from a long neck bottle.

I'm going to make rolls.

You don't fuck me with your fingers.

Oh shit.

Yeah. Oh fuck yes.

I'm sorry.

Fucking love it. Fuck my mouth.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, yes.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah. Yeah, fuck that pussy. Fuck that table fucking pussy.

It's over.

My mama told me a lot of things before she died.

Things about life.

Things about love.

She told me that when I met that man, I'd know it.

He'd be someone that I'd want to share a glass of lemonade with.

That I'd know it. when I felt it.

Much like her advice about kissing frogs I found her to be right.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I like it.

Oh, God.

Billy came over that afternoon.

He said he saw me leaving the club that night and tried to say hello.

He told Kirsten that he had always loved me, but never had the nerve to tell me.

She gave him my address.

That's when he whispered in my ear, Could you pour me a glass of lemonade,

please?

And that's when I knew it was right.

Yep, this honky -tonk girl met her prince.

And just like Mama said, I'd ride off into the sunset with the man of my

Someone I could drink lemonade with.