love.love.love.love.
&& I hate how much I love you boy,
I can't stand how much I need you,
&& I hate how much I love you boy,
But I just can't let you go,
&& I hate that I love you so. . .
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart.
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When you're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again. .
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He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart.
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When you're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, but I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again. .
Summer *09 Babbbyy<3. .
I Sit Up All Night
Thinkin' Bout Ya
&& Know It Aint Right, Baby. .
Thinkin' Bout Ya
&& Know It Aint Right, Baby. .
But I Don't. . .
I Don't Think, Don't Think That I Can Let Go
I Don't Think, Don't Think That I Can Let Go