And when you find everything you look for
I hope your love leads you back to my front door
Oh but if it don't
Will you stay beautiful
Beautiful, oh beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, oh beautiful
La, la, la, la, la
Stay beautiful
Stay beautiful
La, la, la, la, la
Stay beautiful
I finished and everyone stared at me in awe.
"I'm working on another one right now that I love a lot more." I said. "It's almost finished. I just can't figure out the bridge."
"We'll help!" Everyone shouted at once. I nodded and everyone raced to the makeshift studio in the back of the bus. After working for an hour we got it finished.
He said the way my brown eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie."
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On back roads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
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
September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe
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
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standin' on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read is:
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
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 of Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me
Mmmm
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie."
"We are officially musical geniuses," Matt screamed. Everyone started cheering and being dorky and I couldn't help but grin.
"You guys have always been musical geniuses."
"We try," Sam said.
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Adopted By Hunter Hayes
FanfictionLuna was a thirteen-year-old girl with a troubled life. She was put into foster care at a young age after her father murdered her mother and spent years in and out of abusive households or with families who didn't want to deal with the consequences...
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