Alright, alright, it's just a girl, just go say, "Hey. " Don't try any stupid lines
Seen you walk in about a quarter to ten Even the jukebox starin' at you Wonderin' what you wanna hear Every bar stool sayin' Honey, over here Every fellow tryin' to buy you a beer That denim how'd you get em on Back pocket cell phone Wish I had my number in it Then, I could give you a call And we could talk If I could find the words But first things first
Tell me, tell me Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt All, lookin' that good
I mean, I, I, I don't know what it's like to be that hot Uh, so
What's a pretty girl like you Doin' in a place like this All, that ain't no pick up line But this is Hit or miss I can't quit, girl Look at me lookin' at you Lookin' like this
Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt Yeah, lookin' that good All, come on
Maybe, I should just get to know you a little better You know? That's, that's probably what I should do What do you, uh? So, what do you do? Are you a photographer? I know you could picture me and you together, right? No? Well, maybe interior decorator? This bar just became... beautiful?
Tell me, tell me Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you And how'd it feel To fall from heaven Would've kept you if they could So, tell me does it hurt Girl, lookin' that good
So where you, uh, where you from Denver, I just I'm sorry, I just asked you that I uh, I uh Sunshine state, I love it Yeah, I'm actually, uh, I'm from Nashville I may end up havin' to take you back with me because You're the only ten I see in here You know what I'm You know what I'm sayin' No I'm just serious You get it Or I mean maybe we could You wanna dance, or I don't either, it's gettin' late Yeah I was actually about to leave myself
Compositores: Thomas Stevenson Douglas, Jaren Ray Johnston, Colden Rainey Swindell (Swindell Cole) ECAD: Obra #13132724