Fire was in her hair, she don't care
Peach pink lips, yeah, everybody stares
You think you've seen her in a magazine
It's like she walked right out of your dreams
By the grace of God
I picked myself back up
I put one foot in front of the other
And I looked in the mirror (looked in the mirror)
Looked in the mirror (looked in the mirror)
I want to believe
It's just you and me
Sometimes it feels like there's three
Of us in here baby
So I, wait for you to call
And I try to act natural
Have you been thinking 'bout her or about me