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I remember you and I that July
We were falling hard underneath the stars
As we danced slow to the radio
First taste of love couldn't get enough
In the pale moonlight just flying blind

I still feel you
Just like I used to

I'm not talking smack, you know there's no pity, pity
Trying to put in words that you'll understand
You don't call her back, you think it's no biggie, biggie
Seconds on the clock, you need a touchdown
You thought you had a shot, you were good to go
There's never three strikes in love, you know
When she gets mad, it ain't gonna be pretty, pretty
Won't see it coming, it's like a curveball

She was driving last friday
On her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy
With the baby in the backseat

Fifty miles to go, and she was running low
On faith and gasoline

Wake up, put my feet on the floor
I see colors I've never seen before
It scares me and shakes me down to the core
Cause I know for certain that nothing's for sure

(Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh,
oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh)

O, Holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
'Til He appeared, and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees

She had a dead-end job at the National Bank
And a deadbeat husband who always drank
So when he didn't come home
She had the gin to thank for the tears in her eyes
So Dixie packed up and said her goodbyes

She went driving so far away nobody's gonna find her
Flying just fast enough, to leave it all behind her

Oooh
Oooh
Put your make up on
Get your nails done
Curl your hair
Run the extra mile
Keep it slim so they like you, do they like you?
Get your sexy on

Standing at the back door
She tried to make it fast
One tear hit the hard wood
It felt like broken glass
She said sometimes love slips away
And you just can't get it back
Let's face it

If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That'll be alright
If I don't make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
Cause I know exactly who I am

He draws you into his flame
Takes you on a ride like a paper airplane in a hurricane
Looks you in the eye when he says your name
Midnight ride on a motorcycle in the pouring rain
Oo-ooh, he charms you senseless
Oo-ooh, leaves you defenseless

Wild boy, wild boy