Written by Vicky McGehee, Trent Tomlinson, Bobby Pinson
Lipstick impressions on my white collar shirt Number on a matchbook so I'll get a hold of her Ohh 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 Ohhh it's not a dream
CHORUS 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 Ohh I probably never will I bought a picture for 5 dollars That she talked me into I was head over heels Cramped up in a booth Ohh I got it on film
CHORUS
Ya I got the evidence
CHORUS
I've got the evidence Yeah I've the evidence I've got the evidence
