He looked like a magazine model leanin there on the hood of his truck He had a deep south tan and a pearl snap shirt with the sleeves rolled up He was smilin at me, made it sound so sweet When he said Girl you wanna go for a ride? If only he were you Id be comin unglued Id be jumpin in that front seat Puttin up my bare feet Theres no tellin what i might do If only he were you If only he were you Later that night he pulled into my drive and walked to my door And he rang that bell with a fist full of flowers like all the times before But I kept all the lights low, watched out the window Waiting till he drove away CHORUS CHORUS Repeat
leanin, unglued, smilin, puttin, rang