Verse 1 There were three bankers in the singles ward, All pressed shirts and hopeful grins— Rich had the title, the grown-up swagger, Doug had the charm that pulls you in. And I was Devin—twenty-three— Halfway through school and halfway brave, Trying to look like I belonged there While my heart was misbehaving. Pre-Chorus We all pretended we were casual, Like we hadn’t noticed you at all… But the air got a little thinner The second you walked in that hall. Chorus Three bankers, three different stories, Three versions of “pick me, choose me” pride— One had the polish, one had the patience, One had a dream and nowhere to hide. And I was the kid with the future, Standing there with nothing to prove, Just a quiet kind of thunder Saying, “Somehow… I’m gonna love you.” Verse 2 Rich looked ready, once a month steady, Like romance was a boardroom plan. Doug read the room and stepped back gracious— Good man, doing what good men can. Me? I went home to my parents’ driveway, Replayed the night like a broken song, Practicing grown-up confidence In a bedroom I’d outgrown. Pre-Chorus 2 And here’s the part that makes me laugh now— The part I didn’t know back then: I kept sending Pam like a middle-school messenger To ask again… and ask again… Chorus Three bankers, three different stories, Three versions of “pick me, choose me” pride— One had the polish, one had the patience, One had a dream and nowhere to hide. And I was the kid with the future, Still learning what a man can do— Show up, be kind, keep waiting… Even when the answer’s “no” to you. Bridge Later on, when love came rushing Like it had somewhere else to be, I asked you plain, “Did Pam ever ask you?” And you said, “Yes… she asked for me.” You smiled and said, “I wasn’t trying To marry a child in his parents’ home.” Ouch—truth stings when it’s honest… But it lit a fire in my bones. Bridge 2 (optional / short) And maybe Pam was dreaming too— I’ll never really know… But God has a funny way of steering What we think we want Toward what we’re meant to hold. Final Chorus Three bankers, three different stories, And look how the story turned out right— Not the fastest car, not the biggest paycheck, Just the one who kept showing up each night. Now I’m older, and I’m grinning At the kid I used to be— ’Cause the boy who lived with his parents Still got the girl… And she’s still choosing me. Outro Yeah… she’s still choosing me.
