But, really.
| Radio: | I threw a wish in the well. Don't ask me, I'll never tell. I looked to you as it fell, and now you're in my way. |
| Me: | No. |
| Radio: | I'd trade my soul for a wish. Pennies and dimes for a kiss. I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way. |
| Me: | Shhh. |
| Radio: | Your stare was holdin'. Ripped jeans, skin was showin'. |
| Me: | ... |
| Radio: | Hot night, wind was blowin'. |
| Me: | WHERE YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING BABY. |
