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