Listenin' to your old CDs
In your old gray truck
And I'm not so quick to trust
But your green eyes make me blush
Late nights, and the midnight sky
On Mulholland drive
And I think it might be love
Or close enough
And I start to think you're heaven-sent
God must be picking favorites
How are you this perfect?
Guess I'm not used to gentlemen
And I know it's just the basics
But I love the way that you
Pick me up, hold the door
Say I'm yours and then hold my hand in public
Drive an hour, buy me flowers
Kiss me now 'cause you know I fucking love it
Fix my hair, the little things that show you care
No, I'm not used to such a gentleman
I think I love a gentleman
LA when the night gets cold
And I'll wear your coat
'Cause you said it's mine to keep
And it looks so good on me
Picnic on a sunset beach
For the first date please
I think it might be love
Or at least that's what it seems
And I start to think you're heaven-sent
God must be picking favorites
How are you this perfect?
Guess I'm not used to gentlemen
And I know it's just the basics
But I love the way that you
Pick me up, hold the door
Say I'm yours and then hold my hand in public
Drive an hour, buy me flowers
Kiss me now 'cause you know I fucking love it
Fix my hair, the little things that show you care
No, I'm not used to such a gentleman
I think I love a gentleman
The way you're kissin' my lips
In the rain, think I'm dying
Like some dumb cliché
But you know that I like it
They say chivalry is dead
But I think you revived it
So classic, it's magic
I'm crazy for the way you
Pick me up, hold the door
Say I'm yours and then hold my hand in public
Drive an hour, buy me flowers
Kiss me now 'cause you know I fucking love it
Fix my hair, the little things that show you care
No, I'm not used to such a gentleman
I think I love a gentleman
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