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 Askin' why it wasn't you calling me 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