Emerson Drive. Emerson Drive. Evidence. Zeneszám

Lipstick impressions on my white collar shirt
Number on a matchbook so I'll get a hold of her
Oh, that's all the proof I need

I can smell her perfume on my passenger seat
A strand of long blonde hair that don't belong to me
Oh, it's not a dream

I can't believe it's really happening
My eyes can see, yeah
It's not an illusion, I didn't imagine this
I've got the evidence, let me tell ya now

My machine is blinkin' from a message she left
Her voice sounds so sweet I can't erase it yet
Oh, I probably never will

I bought a picture for five dollars that she talked me into
I was head over heels, cramped up in the booth
Oh, I've got it on film

Still I can't believe it's really happening
My eyes can see, yeah
It's not an illusion, I didn't imagine this
I've got the evidence, yeah I've got the evidence

I can't believe it's really happening
My eyes can see, yeah
It's not an illusion, I didn't imagine this
I've got the evidence, yeah I've the evidence
I've got the evidence