Saturday night, we went to see him:
And as much as I closed my eyes and dreamed, I was still with this guy:
But then again, I'm not her:
And we'll always have Tim McGraw.
When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
Some day you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me.
Oh...and just in case you are wondering, that's my husband...the one in the picture below Tim's...with me...the one in the picture above Faith's.
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