Crying at Ivar's

There's something special about this sauce Because every time we are here we talk Before you know it we are all that's left With golden oldies playing overhead We sing along to every song I hold your hand and with my phone I take a picture to remember this Another date with my best friend If crying in the Ivar's booth is wrong Then let me tell the truth I don't want to spend a day Living any other way There's something special about this sauce Because every time we are here we talk Before you know it we are all that's left With golden oldies playing overhead We sing along to every song I hold your hand and with my phone I take a picture to remember this Another date with my best friend If crying in the Ivar's booth is wrong Then let me tell the truth I don't want to spend a day Living any other way Before you know it We're all that's left