Lyrics:

2011
Writer(s): Brad Paisley, Robert Arthur, Frank Rogers

You're fumbling around in the bedroom,
Trying to put on your shoes,
Hair still down, dress half on,
Looking like you’re about to blow a fuse.
I know what’s about to happen,
I can read you like a book,
You’re about to shoot that cute little 'yeah, we're late' look.

And there it is,
Baby, don’t move,
I wanna soak this in,
I’ve got a new favorite memory of you.

Driving through town, running red lights
You take my hand in the car,
Finally, make it to the restaurant,
And our friends are two drinks in at the bar.
I know what's about to happen,
Yeah, folks don’t change that dial,
She’s about to light the room up with a laugh and a smile.

And there it is,
Baby, don’t move,
I wanna soak this in,
I’ve got a new favorite memory of you.

Yeah, I’m gonna fall farther,
Baby, I know,
Wait for it, wait for it,
Here I go.

You're fumbling around in the bedroom,
Trying to take off your shoes,
Hair back down, dress half off,
You look at me.

And there it is,
Baby, don’t move,
I wanna soak this in,
I’ve got a new favorite memory of you.

Here we go again,
I've got a new favorite memory of you.