Текст: Emerson Drive. Evidence.

Lipstick impressions
On my white collar shirt
Number on a match book
So I'll get a hold of her
Oh, oh, oh,
That's all the proof I need

I can smell her perfume
On my passeneger seat
A strand of long blonde hair
That dont belong to me
Oh, oh, oh,
It's not a dream

I can't believe it's really happening
My eyes can see
It's not an illusion
I didn't imagine this,
I've got the evidence
Let me tell you now

My machine is blinking
From a message she left
Her voice sounds so sweet
I can't erase it yet
Oh, oh, oh,
And I probably never will

I bought a picture
For five dollars
That she talked me in to
I was head over heels cramped up in a booth
Oh, oh, oh,
I got it on film

I cant believe its really happening
My eyes can see
It's not an illusion
I didn't imagine this,
I've got the evidence
Yeah I've got the evidence

I cant believe its really happening
My eyes can see
It's not an illusion
I didn't imagine this,
I've got the evidence
Yeah I've got the evidence

I've got the evidence