Matt Morris You Were Mine
You had a magnet of Elvis
On the dashboard of your Mustang '69
Silver bullet of the valley
It was cherry, it was heavy
It was fine
You let me drive it after school
And for that moment I was cool
You and me we wrote the rules
It was perfect, I felt classic
You were mine
I still envision you dancing
In December, in a t-shirt, in the snow
It was as chilly as an ice pop
But you didn't seem to mind the cold
The flurries made you laugh out loud
Tilt your head back
Stick your tongue out
You were crazy and a knockout
It amazed me baby
That you were mine
Now I'm sifting through the ashes
Trying hard to feel the fire
Perhaps, if I remind you of these memories
We can recapture the feeling
Relive the moment
When you and I made love in perfect time
There was rhythm and harmony
Back when you were mine
There was rhythm and harmony
Back when you were mine
