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• Artiste: Taylor Swift
• Titre: Taylor's 1st Phone Call
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(Feat. Tim McGraw) He said the way my blue eyes shined Put those Georgia stars to shame that night. I said "thats a lie". Just a boy in a Chevy truck, That had a tendency of gettin' stuck On back roads at night. And I was right there beside him All summer long. And then the time that we woke up to find That summer'd gone. But when you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. The moon like a spotlight on the lake. When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress. Think of my head on your chest, And my old faded blue jeans. When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me. September saw a month of tears, And thankin' God that you weren't here To see me like that. But in a box, beneath my bed, There's a letter that you never read, From three summers back. It's hard not to find it all a little bittersweet, And looking back on all of that it's nice to beleive When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. The moon like a spotlight on the lake. When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress. Think of my head on your chest, And my old faded blue jeans. When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me. And I'm back for the first time since then, I'm standin' on your street, And there's a letter left on your doorstep, And the first thing that you'll read is When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song. Someday you'll turn your radio on; I hope it takes you back to that place. When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress. And think of my head on your chest, And my old faded blue jeans. When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think of me, Oh, think of me, Mmmmm. He said the way my blue eyes shined, Put those Georgia stars to shame that night. I said "thats a lie"