I rode the local service home and took off my tired shirt and my shoes and my socks

My answerin' machine light was blinkin'

I couldn't hope but help that it was you

It turned out to be my mom

But it was good to hear that familiar southern drawl



That's love

Fits like a glove

That's loving



I picked up the phone and slowly dialed the first six digits of your number

I felt the stupid sting of pride asking why it wasn't you calling me

And it took everything I had to dial that last number

But they say 3's a charm



That's love

Fits like a glove

That's loving



You picked up the phone and said,

"Oh my God I was just about to call you"

You had a couple tickets to go see some band over at the rock-a-rama

I said, "I think I've seen those guys a couple times before and I really didn't like 'em"

You said, "3's a charm, 3's a charm, 3's a charm... "



That's love

Fits like a glove

That's loving