Riley Pearce — Golden Retriever

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Beachside parking lot
Her left mirror had fallen off
Salty hair and 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

Oh, yeah, 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
And I’ll go sprinting through the rain before that truck comes ’round

Oh, 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

Yeah, I can drive a minivan
Trade my guitars for a folding pram
Forever be a family man
Sail that ship ’til I die
Spin you ’round the kitchen floor
And you’re dancing with a glass full of wine
You leading me to the bedroom door
Oh, I can be the Michael to your Holly for the rest of time

Oh, 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 hope you know that I can be that guy
Oh, baby, I want to be your golden retriever (I hope you know that I can be that guy)
Be your full-time believer for anything you need (I hope you know that I can be that guy)
I’ll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy