Cold Shower Tuesdays

Her finger traced I love you In the palm of my hand That's still the only time My belly's ever hit the floor like that Your feet in my lap We drove away the past Knowing we would turn around again Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my Ferrari Just don't tell her that I miss her She wanted in, I wanted out And that's the last thing we talked about Remember how our hands matched Love lines, same size I guess I should have checked To see the life lines were in line I called on the phone You still felt alone And talked about the songs That made you cry Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my Ferrari Just don't tell her that I miss her She wanted in, I wanted out And that's the last thing we talked about She wanted in, I wanted out And that's the last thing we talked about Campfire cookies And John Hughes movies Jr. Mints and cold shower Tuesdays November shivers and rear view mirrors And the little things like that, little things like that Tell her I'm not sorry, mention my Ferrari Just don't tell her that I miss her She wanted in, I wanted out And that's the last thing we talked about Campfire cookies And John Hughes movies Jr. Mints and thats the last thing we talked about November shivers and rear view mirrors And the little things like that And thats the last thing we talked about