I drive away from your house, chasin' butterflies out. Girl, I don't know how you do it. . I said "Girl, you're beautiful, 'n' you already know it,. But I'll say it again and a million times after that".
There's a two lane getaway red hot summer day. Jump into my '65 Mustang, ain't she a pretty thing?. Just like you, and it's burnin' me up, burnin' me up, burnin' me up.
You're like a sugar-sweet kiss in the morning,. sunshine pouring right into my window. Cool drink of water in the summer,. better than the other, hah, side of the pillow.
I could tell by the way you kissed my lips that day. There was something missing, something not the same. You were there, but you weren't, didn't care, didn't hurt at all.
Monday mornin' here with you. Under this bed sheet parachute. Skin so soft, eyes so blue. The lighting strikes and the rain falls too. So let it fall, let our worries wash away.