$8 Beer
Bought you an $8-dollar beer
So, I could keep you here
Peanuts and cracker jacks ain't your style
I bought some popcorn too, I told you 'you look cute'
And you told me that you'd stay for a while
As I tried to explain the facets of my game
You smiled and you followed along
At the drop of a hat and the crack of a bat
I saw the love that I thought would be gone
Here's to the stories that I'll tell when I'm old
Here's to the stories that get ask to be told
Here's to the stories with no beginning or end
You were humming our song
You put your makeup on
And I was wondering if I'd get my chance
Then the singers sang and your hips started to swing
And you took me and you asked me to dance
Grabbing you by the waist
I spun you right in place
You in that beautiful dress caught my eye
And when you pulled me near
And whispered in my ear
I was so happy that I could've died
Here's to the stories that I'll tell when I'm old
Here's to the stories that get ask to be told
Here's to the stories with no beginning or end
A pretty girl next to me
I walked across the street
And we laid in the stones in the field
You told me who you wanted to be
And we dreamed of what became real
Counting the stars and the passing cars
We weren't sure of anything at all
Through the years, you can find us here
And we're writing the end to our song
Here's to the stories that I'll tell when I'm old
Here's to the stories that get ask to be told
Here's to the stories with no beginning or end
So, I could keep you here
Peanuts and cracker jacks ain't your style
I bought some popcorn too, I told you 'you look cute'
And you told me that you'd stay for a while
As I tried to explain the facets of my game
You smiled and you followed along
At the drop of a hat and the crack of a bat
I saw the love that I thought would be gone
Here's to the stories that I'll tell when I'm old
Here's to the stories that get ask to be told
Here's to the stories with no beginning or end
You were humming our song
You put your makeup on
And I was wondering if I'd get my chance
Then the singers sang and your hips started to swing
And you took me and you asked me to dance
Grabbing you by the waist
I spun you right in place
You in that beautiful dress caught my eye
And when you pulled me near
And whispered in my ear
I was so happy that I could've died
Here's to the stories that I'll tell when I'm old
Here's to the stories that get ask to be told
Here's to the stories with no beginning or end
A pretty girl next to me
I walked across the street
And we laid in the stones in the field
You told me who you wanted to be
And we dreamed of what became real
Counting the stars and the passing cars
We weren't sure of anything at all
Through the years, you can find us here
And we're writing the end to our song
Here's to the stories that I'll tell when I'm old
Here's to the stories that get ask to be told
Here's to the stories with no beginning or end
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Writer(s): Soren Staff
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