We've been up here in this city. Livin' in the grease and grime. Girl, it's a doggone pity. We ain't been gettin' anytime. . I've been preachin' 'bout back home.
I saw a truck backin' out of your drive. You were sitting in the passenger side. Messin' with the radio, you had your sun glasses on.. I pulled over cause I couldn't believe.
T-shirt, blue jeans, don't like much on TV. Caviar and a Triscuit, ain't no red eye gravy on a biscuit. My deep southern drawl makes the conversation crawl.
Ridin' down the road listenin' to the radio. You leaned over and you turned it up. You said, "Baby this is it,. The one I wanted you to hear.. Don't it sound just like us?".
I ain't been doin' too right, since I met her last night. Some kinda burnin' breakfast, lost at work state of mind. We're meetin' here because, she mentioned that she loves.