McAuley
I rode the local service home and took off my tired shirt and my shoes and my socks
My answerin' machine light was blinkin'
I couldn't hope but help that it was you
It turned out to be my mom but it was good to hear that familiar southern drawl
That's love
Fits like a glove
That's loving
I picked up the phone and slowly dialed the first six digits of your number
I felt the stupid sting of pride askin' why it wasn't you calling me
It took everything I had to dial that last number but they say 3's a charm
That's love
Fits like a glove
That's loving
You picked up the phone and said "oh my God I was just about to call you"
You had a couple tickets to go see some band over at the rock-a-rama
I said "I think I've seen those guys a couple times before and I really didn't like 'em"
You said "3's a charm, 3's a charm, 3's a charm"
That's love
Fits like a glove
That's loving