She's the last girl
I thought I'd ever see here
There stands a preacher's daughter
Holdin' a beer
Tattoo of angel
On the small of her back
How cool is that?
She probably don't remember me
It's been a long, long time
About then she turned around
And kinda stared at me and smiled
She said, "I had the hots for you
In Sunday School class"
But tell me how cool is that?
How cool is a hot summer night
When the stars line up
And everything feels just right
How cool is knowing inside
That I'm the one she's looking at
With that look in her eyes.
About then I asked if
She was still seeing old what's-his-name
She said, "Has it really been that long
Ow, how things have changed"
She brushed her hair back and said,
"Lets not talk about the past"
How cool is that?
How cool is a hot summer night
When the stars line up
And everyting feels just right
How cool is knowing inside
That I'm the one she's looking at
With that look in her eyes.
How cool is knowing inside
That I'm the one she's looking at
With that look in her eyes.
She was the last girl
I thought I'd ever see here
There stands a preacher's daughter
Holding a beer.
