Amanda My Rock

When my sis and I grew up we had an angry Dad.  He would yell so loudly scaring us to death.  That's why we were s team growing up.  Spilled something?  A mad dash ensued.  We didn't want Angry Dad to find out.  He would flip out.  Yell from the top his his lungs.  Angry Dad mad again.  Me and my sis were a team growing up.  My sis is my rock and my pal.  Amanda was always there for me after an angry dad explosion.  She always talked me out of running away.  Amanda is my little sis and my rock.  I don't know if I would have survived childhood without my little sis AMANDA. Because Angrey Dad was no joke.  My sis is my rock and pal.  Angry Dad was drunk one night and the pillow fight took a turn.  He went ballistic and tried to choke me luckily I was under a blanket.  He put his hands around my head thinking it was my throat.  He squeezed and squeezed until my sister talked him down.  My sister is my rock and my pal.  AMANDA was always there for me through thick and thin.  We sang goofy songs together like Sweet Home Alabama.  We were always at the beach riding the waves and at the creeks swinging from trees.  At the house, we were in the woods or pool.  My sister is my rock and pal.  Amanda loves Mexican food and we would meet up for margaritas every weekend after work.  We are best friends. My sister is my rock and pal. My sister Amanda is my rock and pal.  

Light Techno with Catchy Rhythm and Summer Party Vibes