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Text: Rascal Flatts. Me & My Gang. Cool Thing.

We were wrapped up in a blanket
Red wine buzz kickin' in
A little Sarasota Moonlight
Driftwood fire burning

She was on break from Ohio State
And I was down there selling para sail rides
Just another summer day
Till I strapped her in and watched her fly

Talk about a sunset, all I could see were purples and reds
And her silhouette waving goodbye
She didn't come there looking for love
And the cool thing was, neither did I, neither did I

She dipped down in the water
As I slowed down holding that line
Wet T-shirt on a two piece
We ditched that boat and hung outside

We walked ankle deep in the ocean
You know that place where footprints disappear
Just like that evening she drove away
It will be burned in my mind for a million years

Talk about a sunset, all I could see were purples and reds
And her silhouette waving goodbye
She didn't come there looking for love
And the cool thing was, neither did I

Talk about a sunset, all I could see were purples and reds
And her silhouette waving goodbye
She didn't come there looking for love
And the cool thing was, neither did I and neither did I, ooh