Lyrics

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