Sittin' on the front porch tryin' to keep still. Baby's lookin' finer than a fifty dollar bill. Pretty blue eyes and it isn't hard to see. That baby's got a hold on me.
Like a baby tastin' ice cream for the very first time. Like the first jump from an airplane in a free fall dive. Like a roller coaster barely stickin' to the track.
Screechin' to a halt in front of your house. The front door opened and your momma peeked out. I saw your silhouette brushin' your long hair. Any minute now you'd be slippin' downstairs.
I felt my heart rate jump. I felt adrenaline pump. The split second that I saw you walk in. . A little voice inside. Said, "Better hold on tight. Get ready, set, go, you're gonna fall again".
(matraca berg/wendy waldman/josh leo). . Well, all the girls you see walkin' in here. Acting like you're heaven sent. You tightrope-walkin' song of a gun.
No stars fell from the sky first time I looked in your eyes. No moonlight shinin' down my feet never left the ground. No roses and a bottle of wine, no arrow or a neon sign.
Well, I hate it to admit it. When you dropped your hook, I bit it. One look and you swept me away. . When I dug a little deeper. It was obvious to see, youre nothing more.
Sometimes my head is harder than a mule's. Around my friends, I'm a certified fool. But I'd walk through fire if you asked me to. That's what you love about me lovin' you.
Well, all the girls you see walkin' in here. Acting like you're heaven sent. You tightrope-walkin' song of a gun. You think you're the main event. But the minute our eyes met.