Box speaker talkin out of tune. Two for one on the Blue Laoon. Another lost and found. Bartender takes another pass. Puts the salt on the rim of another glass.
Ooh, when I see her in my T-shirt. Brushin' her teeth, dancin' to the radio. Ooh, her coffee and her kisses. The way she looks at me, I hate to see her leave.
Tangled, vodka, midnight. Can't stay, taxi, goodnight. Then you kiss me. And it's on again. Here in the dark all it takes is a spark. And I fall right back in.
Just about a mile off-a one-oh-nine,. There`s a little church sittin` back in the pines.. I promised that girl she was gonna be mine;. I wouldn`t be surprised if she was standin` there cryin`..
I woke up this morning my head felt dense. I splashed it with water trying to make it make sense. I stumbled to the kitchen she was standing at the sink.
(John Jarrard/Mark D. Sanders/Bob DiPiero). . Somebody's at the front door. I can hear 'em knockin'. Your mama's on the phone and she feels like talkin'.
There's nothing like that morning coffee in bed. A big ol' pillow propped behind my head. Watching you stretch like a calico cat. No, it don't get much better than that.
Diggin' around, feelin' so down. Floatin' around like a feather. Nothin' but me and all of my dreams. Tryin' to hold it together. . Those were long days.
I'm always looking for a minute that we can steal. Cause I need more of how you make me feel. I used to be the king of wasted time. Cause it made no difference till I made you mine.
Seventeen, Kara Leigh Baker was settin' my dreams on fire. Back of the class I was sinkin' so fast. Drownin' in my own desire. I wrote poems and songs and letters.
In a sandalwood frame. We bought in New Mexico. I was wearin' the chain that old Indian made. That we practically stole. . Little shells in a jar. We found Hanalei Bay.
These are the eyes I know. These are the lips I kiss. These are the hands I hold. I live for this. . This is the life I want. This is my only hope. That we'll share the days together.
I left Lawrence, Kansas. At the age of seventeen. To chase down my own version. Of the American dream. . Cowboy boots, a tie-dye dress. In mom's ol' minivan.
She used to sit in the passenger seat. Tappin' on the dash with her bare feet. Poppin' that gum and paintin' her toenails blue. She'd turn on the radio and crank it up.
Well, I've been staring at you all night long. Pretty as a picture. Sitting this close with the lights down low. Hits me right in the ticker. Nobody's pulling the plug on the juke box.
I never knew the meaning of the words you'd never say. I've never felt your kiss upon my jaw. And every time he comes around I watch you walk away. And everything you do there's a part of me with you.
Can't concentrate on the preacher preaching. My attention span done turned off. I'm honed in on that angel singing. Up there in the choir loft. . She's got her daddy's money, her mama's good looks.
I've got a feeling, call it intuition. I've got a feeling we're getting into something more. You've been talking telling me your secrets. Baby, that's just a crack in the door.
Oh, I was kicked back in a rented cabana,. Easin' my mind with some old Carlos Santana,. Nibblin' on banana moon pie,. When I swore I saw an angel from Heaven floatin' by..
Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm. Now hit me! Ooh-yeah! Hooh!. . Ooh-ee baby, don't you know you set my soul on fi-ire. You're like a double scoop o' ice cream. Sittin' on top of a cherry pie-ie.