Hollywood, Florida - March 29, 2005   Kiss me out of the bearded barley, nightly, beside the green, green grass. Swing, swing, swing the spinning step, you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh. Kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon’s sparkling so kiss me. Kiss me down by the broken tree house, swing me upon its hanging tire. Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat, we’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map, oh. Kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon’s sparkling so kiss me. Kiss me beneath the milky twilight, lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon’s sparkling so kiss me.So kiss me. So kiss me. So kiss me.I don’t get a shortage of kisses anytime I’m around Celeste! Here we are in front of the large neon guitar at the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. (Canon PowerShot S200)
 

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