| She was pacing back and forth on her front porch
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| I pulled up slinging gravel in my Daddy’s Ford
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| She cried all the way to Johnson’s store
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| I kept the motor running and parked by the door
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| Yeah I was foolish and wild
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| She was classic and regal
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| We were fresh out of school, both barely legal
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| We were young and on fire and just couldn’t wait
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| Six weeks in, she was three weeks late
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| One means none and we’re home free
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| Two means three and a diamond ring
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| Yeah i wonder what fate is gonna decide
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| We’re just sittin around waiting on two pink lines
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| Sitting around waiting on two pink lines
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| Yeah her Daddy’s gonna kill me and thats a fact
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| Maybe we’ll just leave town and never come back
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| Or I could stand there and tell him
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| Face him like a man
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| Oh who am I kidding, he’ll never understand
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| Yeah thats second hand just keeps slowing down
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| I swear it stopped twice the last time around
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| Yeah we’ll know the truth in three minutes time
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| We’re just sittin around waiting on two pink lines
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| Sitting around waiting on two pink lines
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| Hot summer nights, whispering her name
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| Under the blanket by the river bank
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| Hearts beating fast we never thought twice
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| But she pulled me close and i held on tight
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| When the moment of truth finally comes
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| She gives me a look and then comes undone
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| She says looks like were lucky
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| Someones smiling down
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| She grabs her coat and says see ya around
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| Yeah these days the rabbit doesn’t die
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| You just sit around waiting on two pink lines
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| Praying that fate is on your side
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| Sitting around waiting on two pink lines
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| Sitting around waiting on two pink lines |