You said the way my blue 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 backroads at night. And I was right there beside him all summer long. And then the time we woke up to find that summer'd 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 Tim McGraw. I hope you think of me. Oh think of me. Mmmm. You said the way my blue eyes shined. Put those Georgia stars to shame that night. I said: "That's a lie"