Wake up home late
Before dawn
could break
Smelling like bourbon
Wet from the rain
Dry from
the start
I knew we'd be wrong
But you kept on playing That old country song
The way that you held me And kissed me so slow
The way that you kissed me
I
should've known
We rode our bikes Down Hayden Street
Riding with no hands Riding
for keeps
And you had
this way
Of making me stay
Of
losing control And having
no shame
The way that you held me And
kissed me so slow
Now
every time
That I hear that tune
I think
of a boy That I once knew
Wet from the rain Dry
from
the start
I knew we'd be wrong But you kept on playing
That old country song
The way that you held me
And
kissed me so slow The way that you kissed me
I should've known The way that you kissed me
I
should've known