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
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 Remember how our hands matched
 Love lines, same size
 
 I guess I should have checked
 To see the life lines weren't in line
 
 I call 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
 Junior 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
 Junior mints
 And that's the last thing we talked about
 November shivers
 And rear-view mirrors
 And the little things
 And that's the last thing we talked about