You're my favorite 80 mile drive

Straight up Route 3

Three episodes of Family Guy

A fucking eyelash in my eye

I slept with all your insides all last night

Woke up that morning

And made our lips collide

Oh the way our bodies hide

Under all the sheets

I barely see your face once a week

It's that time of year for the first time

I saw your face

And knew that you must be mine

Oh the way our hearts align

And even though I don't know where you are

Or what you're doing

I'm in my car

I'm on my way I'm not that far

I know you know

We go

Hand in hand