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
~Taylor Swift, 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
~Taylor Swift, Tim McGraw
I’m not a huge country fan, but there are some songs I actually like. I bought Taylor Swift’s album off of itunes because they started playing tear drops on my guitar on 96.3. At first I was embarrassed to say I liked the song, but I’m over it now and ready to announce it to the world. (Well maybe not the world but to whoever is bored enough to read this). So the Tim McGraw song is really pretty, all flowy and ballad-like. It makes me think back to the time when I was 17 (ok 18) and Shelly and I spent time with boys all summer long. Neither of them had a pick up truck, but we did have a pretty handy red ’98* escort that didn’t necessarily get stuck on the backroads but could do some really cool shit back in horsecamp like “hand brakes and supermans”. But I degress, the song Tim McGraw (ok back on track), if I had to rewrite the lyrics to fit our summer it would read something like this:
But when you think Juvenile
I hope you think my favorite song (back that azz up)
The one we danced to all night long (or on the boat in our undies-the girls not the boys)
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress (really jean shorts & tanks, who wears dresses camping?!)
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans (rolled up dorkily to my knees while I twirl like a ballerina cuz I’m so fucked up)
When you think Juvenile
I hope you think of me
I hope you think my favorite song (back that azz up)
The one we danced to all night long (or on the boat in our undies-the girls not the boys)
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress (really jean shorts & tanks, who wears dresses camping?!)
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans (rolled up dorkily to my knees while I twirl like a ballerina cuz I’m so fucked up)
When you think Juvenile
I hope you think of me
So you can see that in real life it’s not that romantic, they are still great memories but it’s not all flowy and ballad-like. Or maybe it is, but you have to live in Georgia? (Seriously she’s a poser she was born in Reading, Pennsylvania but now lives in Tennessee geesh 
)
*My bad! The escort was a 95 (leave it to the owner of it to criticize)
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