Crying at Ivar's

There's something special about this sauce
Because every time we are here we talk
Before you know it we are all that's left
With golden oldies playing overhead

We sing along to every song
I hold your hand and with my phone
I take a picture to remember this
Another date with my best friend

If crying in the Ivar's booth is wrong
Then let me tell the truth
I don't want to spend a day
Living any other way

There's something special about this sauce
Because every time we are here we talk
Before you know it we are all that's left
With golden oldies playing overhead

We sing along to every song
I hold your hand and with my phone
I take a picture to remember this
Another date with my best friend

If crying in the Ivar's booth is wrong
Then let me tell the truth
I don't want to spend a day
Living any other way

Before you know it
We're all that's left



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Bowling
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