I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
I count the colors in his eyes
I'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
But I know all his favorite songs
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