Freshman Year

Saturday night, my first high school dance. Showing up late in my Sunday's best. Seen you before, oh, but not in that dress. The DJ's last song and I lost the dare. So with my heart and my pride on the Line, Yeah. I asked you to dance for our first time Right there. Holding hands in the hall. On my way through your call. It's two AM and you're still on the phone. Hanging out at the mall. Oh, that old picture show. I reached for your lips, girl. My first taste of love. That old Ford truck was your daddy's worst fear. Oh, I remember The way love felt in freshman year. Graduated in May, we went our separate ways. Till the hole in my heart was too much To take. And you made that drive down to My dorm room that night. Every knock at the door, Were you going to hide? And I thought I'd drown in the tears that You cried. Just holding on tight. And we found a way to relight that old Fire that night. We were young and wild. Hanging out too late at night. In all those college bars and cheap neon lights. Just like one of the guys, you stood right By my side. At every football game there with A smile. We're two in a crowd screaming, "Go, Dawgs, go." Oh, I remember The way love felt in freshman year. Oh, We're still young and wild. Hanging out too late at night. In all these college bars and cheap neon lights. Just like one of them guys, you're still right By my side. At every football game there with A smile. We're two in a crowd screaming, "Go, Dawgs, go." Oh, I remember The way love felt in freshman Year. Oh, that freshman year. Oh. Woo!