Текст: Clay Walker. Fall. LOVE TO BE YOUR LAST.

If I had it my way
this would be the first time that you made love
I'd be the first man that your hands touched
but we've both done our share of living
taking chances we were given
I've never been big on looking back

I don't care if I'm your first love
but I'd love to be your last

If I could do it over
I'd have waited for this moment
to give my heart to you unbroken
but if our mistakes brought us together
it doesn't really matter whether
we were saints or sinners in the past

I don't care if I'm your first love
I'd just love to be your last


All I know is what I see when I look at you
and all I see is what I'm feeling down inside
and all I'm feeling is this feeling
that I finally got it right

When I wake up tomorrow
I'm going to throw my arms around you
thank my lucky stars I found you
cause I know your heart had so much more than
any man has touched before and
nothing matters more to me than that

I don't care if I'm your first love
but I'd love to be your last