Cold Shower Tuesdays Lyrics

by Bowling For Soup

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

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Your feet in my lap
We drove the past
Knowing we would turn around again

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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 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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