

(hummm) Hallway tiles, shoes on the floor
Keys on the counter by the door
Heard your voice
on line number nine
Played it once, then one more time
cheap-date devotion
in the grocery lane
Aisle nine deals
to block out the rain
He knows my drink
before I can speak
That's my kind of love,
week after week
Bartender nods, slides the cold glass
Knows how the days
of the working-class pass
Voicemail rings out through the dim light
Still got your whisper
for the long night cheap-date devotion
in the grocery lane
Aisle nine deals to block out the rain
He knows my drink
before I can speak
That's my kind of love,
week after week (yeah)
Shoes kicked off
Just one more play (hummmm)