Cold Shower Tuesdays — текст песни (Bowling for soup)

Her finger traced I love you

In the palm of my hand

Thats still the only time

My bellys ever hit the floor like that



Your feet in my lap

We drove the past

Knowing we would turn around again



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Tell her Im not sorry

Mention my ferrari

Just dont tell her that

I miss her

She wanted in

I wanted out

And thats the last thing we talked about



Remember how our hands matched

Love lines, same size

I guess I should have checked

To the lifelines were in line



I called on the phone

You still felt alone

And talked about the songs that made you cry



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Campfire cookies

And john hughes movies

Jr. mints & cold shower tuesdays

November shivers and rearview mirrors

And the little things like that



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