DQPL

Hey, do you want to go to Dairy Queen Put your card away, I've got this one Can I hold your hand when the line holds up And give you a kiss waiting for our order Scared I'll drop your cone when they pass it to me The lady at the window doesn't have the tightest grip and I've got quivering lips But I get a hold on the cone, you'll never be alone We'll get a parking spot to call our own