Why? Why'd it sting when you said
Someone's caught your eye
Is it right to call me jealous?
I…I was never yours in the first place
And you were never mine
Except for that one Tuesday night
I was four shots in trying to catch up to you
And the way you sang
And the way you moved
When your hips would swing
Oh, it'd bring up my mood
Everything you'd scream,
Didn't think it'd be you
I was pleasantly surprised
'Bout the way our arms wrapped around our waists as we wait
In the glow of the bathroom light
Peeking through the bottom of the door in the hallway
What a gentleman
You were to open for me
Our friend's car door to her messy backseat
Then my head on your shoulder
And your head upon me
Our hands grabbed hold
Automatically
In the city lights
Through the window's fog
You played with my fingers
Just like your mom
When we reached my place
I turned to wish you good night
So I kissed your face
Then you went and kissed mine
I…I was never yours the first place
You were never mine
Except for that one Tuesday night