Golden Retriever

Beachside parking lot
Her left mirror had fallen off
Salty hair with a paddle pop
Just my type
So we made dinner plans
Maybe I should be the one who drives
Her father was a bass playing man
Fair to say that I was working on my handshake the whole damn night
Baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I’ll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy
She ruled my dreams
Had me fixated on the make-believe
Let’s go live in a suburban street
Up on the hillside
Where we can sleep in late
We’ll be hushed in our own little cloud
Til we remember it’s a rubbish day
I’ll go sprinting through the rain before that truck comes round
Baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I’ll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy
I can drive a minivan
Trade my guitars for a folding pram
Forever be a family man
Sail that ship till I die
Spin you round the kitchen floor
Dancing with a glass full of wine
You leading me to the bedroom door
I can be the Michael to your Holly for the rest of time
Baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I’ll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy