Lyrics 42 - Dasha

You ask, "How many more days?"
And I say, "42"
'Til I move back to Nashville
Said you've been counting too
It's strange how in November
It'll be a year of missing you

I almost can't believe it
I get to see you soon
More than just visit, I'll be living 10 from you
I'm praying that we'll pick up
Right where we left off in that back room

So tell all the girls you've been kissing that they had a good run
But it's all over and through
Tell them that your little lady's moving back to the city
And that it's not them
It's that I finally get to have you

In your penthouse with the bad view
And my toothbrush in your bathroom
You can tell I'm tryna act cool
But do I finally get to have you?

Met you in the red lights
Laughing like a kid
The first time that you kissed me
I got back my innocence
Took two weeks 'til I'm leaving
Now four shoes on the front porch all makes sense
It all makes sense

And if I never left, we wouldn't be on the phone
I'd be sleeping on your chest, not this king-size alone
And we'd be more than a picture we drew up in our heads
And I'd finally get to give you my best

And I'd tell the boys I've been kissing that they had a good run
But it's all over and through
I'd tell them that your little lady's moving back to the city
And that it's not them
It's that you finally get to have me

Almost naked in your backseat
You bite my lip 'cause I keep laughing
I never felt this fucking happy
And now you finally get to have me