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Beachside parking lot Her left mirror had fallen off Salty hair with 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 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 I'll go sprinting through the rain before that truck comes round Baby, I want to be your golden retriever SongtexteBe 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 can drive a minivan Trade my guitars for a folding pram Forever be a family man Sail that ship till I die Spin you round the kitchen floor Dancing with a glass full of wine You leading me to the bedroom door I can be the Michael to your Holly for the rest of time 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 Aus Songtexte Mania