Logan Murrell - First Year Lyrics

Any young bubble gum kind of love
Would've already lost its flavor
But this thing that we got feels brand new
They say flames in a fire of desire
Burn out sooner or later
But this love doesn't fade like the days do

Cold of the winter
All the way to April
I'll be sticking to your lips
Baby sweet as maple
May, June, July
Like Corona and lime
Still tastes good every time

Living like the first year
Kissing in the bar like we're alone here
Nothing Like
Nothing like the first year
Doing things we shouldn't honey no fear
Nothing like
Nothing like
The way that you say pretty girl come here
It's still got me falling like we're living in the first year
Oh living in the first year

Yeah our old calendar isn't just
A stack of hung up and marked off paper
It's every minute how we spent it mmm so good
Every touch every time that you're holding me tight
Baby I'm just trying to savor
Every second on the clock that we got
Boy this feeling ain't never gonna stop

Living like the first year
Kissing in the bar like we're alone here
Nothing Like
Nothing like the first year
Doing things we shouldn't honey no fear
Nothing like
Nothing like
The way that you say pretty girl come here
It's still got me falling like we're living in the first year
Oh living in the first year

Cold of the winter
All the way to April
I'll be sticking to your lips
Baby sweet as maple
May, June, July
Like Corona and lime
Still tastes good every time

Living like the first year
Kissing in the bar like we're alone here
Nothing Like
Nothing like the first year
Doing things we shouldn't honey no fear
Nothing like
Nothing like
The way that you say pretty girl come here
It's still got me falling like we're living in the first year
Oh living in the first year