Dustin Lynch - Pasadena

She had a flower in her hair, said, she wasn't from 'round here
I said, "Me neither, girl", ain't that a daisy?
Fancy meetin' you like this, girl, I don't believe this is
Only blind coincidence, I'm thinkin' maybe

We should stay awhile, see where it leads us
I think we got somethin' cool between us
We've got two more nights before leavin' Pasadena

Rhinestone shinin' on her hips, cotton candy on her lips
That was the sweetest kiss I'd ever tasted
Friday night rodeo, cut short by a lightnin' show
Even though that rain was freezin', felt good to be in

So we stayed a while to see where it'd lead us
We had somethin' cool between us
And we had one more night before leavin' Pasadena
We took it slow
'Til we could find out where it was going
We found just what we were needin', right there in Pasadena

Sunday mornin' 'bout a quarter past nine ('bout a quarter past nine)
She had to go her way and I had to go mine (I had to go mine)
But I go back there all the time in my mind
In my mind

I'm still in Pasadena (Pasadena)
I still smell the freedom in the air
Back there in Pasadena
I still see that lightnin' strikin' back
In Pasadena
Feel her hands all over me, all over me
In Pasadena
I wonder if she ever thinks about me
Me and Pasadena

(ooh, all the time)
(Felt good, baby)
(I still see that lightnin' strike)
(Ooh-whoa, all night)
(Wonder if you'll ever think about me)

Written by:
Dustin Charles Lynch, Jeff Hyde, Ryan Tyndell

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