She gave me love, under the table
I was hard-pressed and not thinking straight
I'd been so long, dreaming of her ankles
Unsocked and locked across the back of my waist

She gave me love, under the table
She wouldn't even kiss me till we're out of state
She kept her hat on and made everywhere we went
Feel like a suite at the Super 8

She gave me love, under the table
She can't deny it, but she'll damn well try
She drove fourteen interstate hours to meet me
Without saying where she was going, or why

She wants it known that this is all off the record
Because she hasn't quite made up her mind
At first it thrilled me to be loving so recklessly
But now it kills me when she closes her eyes

I have read the terms and conditions
Stating that by this kiss you don't belong to me
I could've read the fine print a little closer
But I couldn't wait to click that little box that says I agree
And now she's got my number
and she don't owe me anything

She struck first, like Jaws or Hirohito
She dug her back against me in the back of my truck
I just caught her, and feelings came a-fueling
And we were someplace different when we woke up

She gave me love, under the table
She dropped it nonchalant into my sweaty palm
I took it home, and under the light of day
I saw that it was never really love at all

I have read the terms and conditions
Stating that by this kiss you don't belong to me
I could've read the fine print a little closer
But I couldn't wait to click that little box that says I agree
And now she's got my number, and she don't owe me anything