You're my favorite 80 mile drive Straight up Route 3 Three episodes of Family Guy A fucking eyelash in my eye I slept with all your insides all last night Woke up that morning And made our lips collide Oh the way our bodies hide Under all the sheets I barely see your face once a week It's that time of year for the first time I saw your face And knew that you must be mine Oh the way our hearts align And even though I don't know where you are Or what you're doing I'm in my car I'm on my way I'm not that far I know You know We go Hand in hand