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Brad Paisley – Toothbrush lyrics
Love starts with a toothbrush
A big razor and a Dixie cup
A little splash of aftershave
Before you leave for that first date
I see the stars in both your eyes
After that long kiss good night
Forever starts with a suitcase
Sneakin' out the window to get away
To a car parked by the curb
Gassed up for Gatlinburg
A little chapel and a couple rings
Will get you two toothbrushes by the bathroom sink
Chorus:
Everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
Just needs a little time and room to grow
Step by step, day by day
It all adds up along the way
And the next thing that you know
Life starts with a little house
A corner lot on the edge of town
A weed eater and a picket fence
You think it's good as the getting' gets
Then she wakes up feelin' bad
You both wonder what's up with that
Chorus
One night around eight o'clock
You scrub him down then you dry him off
You pick him up and put his little feet
On the stool by the bathroom sink
You grab the Crest and a Dixie cup
It all hits you as he opens up...
Love starts with a toothbrush
A big razor and a Dixie cup
A little splash of aftershave
Before you leave for that first date
I see the stars in both your eyes
After that long kiss good night
Forever starts with a suitcase
Sneakin' out the window to get away
To a car parked by the curb
Gassed up for Gatlinburg
A little chapel and a couple rings
Will get you two toothbrushes by the bathroom sink
Chorus:
Everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
Just needs a little time and room to grow
Step by step, day by day
It all adds up along the way
And the next thing that you know
Life starts with a little house
A corner lot on the edge of town
A weed eater and a picket fence
You think it's good as the getting' gets
Then she wakes up feelin' bad
You both wonder what's up with that
Chorus
One night around eight o'clock
You scrub him down then you dry him off
You pick him up and put his little feet
On the stool by the bathroom sink
You grab the Crest and a Dixie cup
It all hits you as he opens up...
Love starts with a toothbrush
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