INTRO
She's the last girl I thought I'd ever see here,
But there stands the preacher's daughter holding a beer.
A tattoo of an angel on the small of her back,
How co-ol is that?
She probably don't remember me, its 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."
Now tell me how co-ol 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 lookin' at with that look in her eyes.
INSTRUMENTAL
About then I asked if she was still seeing her whats-his-name,
She said "Has it really been that long? A lot of things've changed."
She brushed her hair back and said "Lets not talk about the past."
Hah, how co-ol 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 lookin' at with that look in her eyes
INSTRUMENTAL
How cool is knowing inside,
That I'm the one she's lookin' at with that look in her eyes.
She's the last girl I thought I'd ever see here,
But there stands the preacher's daughter holding a beer.