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Well, he's a loose cannon, foolish man who needs some medication
She's a shoe-tied, blue sky, honeymoon vacation
He's a fixer-upper, skipping supper, hates an obligation
She's a Friday night
He's a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication
She's a peace sign, tea time, drinker on occasion
He's an East Coast, jeans rolled, no communication
She's a welcome sign
But I believe they're meant to be
Something, somehow, someday
Yeah, I believe they're meant to be
Something, somehow, someday
Mm-hmm
He's a Ford truck, door shut, runs from conversation
She's an open ear, souvenir, reads the situation
He's a no thought, record shop, slutty on occasion
She's a night in Rome
He's a piece of work, dirty shirt, needs evaluation
She's a pinkie up, pixie cut with plenty motivation
He's a whiskey drinking, barely thinking, got no destination
She's a plane ride home
And I believe they're meant to be
Something, somehow, someday
Yeah, I believe they're meant to be
Something, somehow, someday
Yes, ma'am
Oh, I believe they're meant to be
Something, somehow, someday
Yes, it's clear to me, they're meant to be
Something, somehow, someday
Something, somehow, someday
Something, somehow, someday