I Want You
My lady, I want you
Be my baby. I want you
Be my girl. I want you
Be my lady
Likes her green beans over cooked.
Loyal to her brands of mayonnaise and hand soap.
If you have to ask which ones, then you will never know.
My lady, she cooks real slow.
Loves her neighbors, keeps her curtains drawn.
Likes help around the house but she mows her own damn lawn.
Got a crock pot and fishing rod and a boat and an apple tree
And she don’t give out no kisses while there’s dishes in the sink
My lady, I want you
Be my baby
I want you
Be my girl
I was out and the bar and I was singing my songs
It was going pretty good ‘cause she let me walk her home
She was laughing at me in ways that I didn’t mind
‘Cause I’m getting even better at wasting all her time
She was laughing and drinking, we was dancing and singing
Taking midnight libations and making out in the kitchen
Cracking jokes and making food.
Let that water run while your oven heats up
And let your beautiful hands do what they do
My lady, I want you
Be my baby
I want you
Be my girl
I met you and the wanderlust, it up and left
My old rambling bones got up and gone
I met you and the wishful thinking I had gathered over you came into view
I met you and the weight of the seasons dusted off and flew away
Just like so much sawdust that got sanded on the plank
I met you and I was reminded of a child I never knew
Dirt folded in her fingertips and caked onto her shoe
I met you and the sound of traffic faded into the sound
Of rolling water like a river swollen in the rain
I met you and I swear I thought it had to be the highway
I thought it was a train
I want you
Be my baby
I want you
Be my lady
I want you to be my girl
I want you to be my girl
Be my lady
Be my girl
Be my girl
Be my lady
Be my girl
I want you
Be my baby
I want you
Be my lady
Be my girl