[Intro – Both] Him: Well, I love you, sweetheart... Her: I love you too. Him: But there’s just one little problem. Her: What’s that? Him: You. Her: Funny... I was gonna say the same thing. [Verse 1 – Him] You leave your shoes right in the doorway, Your coffee cup's been there since Monday, You say you’ll pick your clothes up tonight, But “tonight” apparently means sometime in July. You lose your keys, you lose your phone, Then somehow blame me when they’re gone. Girl, you’ve got a million little ways, Of turning ordinary nights into crazy days. [Verse 2 – Her] You leave your boots beside the bed, And wear that same old shirt instead. You say that truck don't need no wash, Boy, I think it’s growing moss. You watch the game and holler loud, Then ask me why I’m not so proud. You’ve got a million ways yourself, Of making me question my good sense. [Pre-Chorus – Both] Him: We could keep on fussing... Her: We could both be right... Him: But we'd probably miss each other... Her: By the middle of the night. [Chorus – Both] You’re gonna be the death of me with your ways, Driving me crazy every night and day. You make me mad, then you make me laugh, Then somehow I forget what I was mad about five minutes back. We’re two stubborn hearts with a Texas-sized pride, Going round and round on this crazy ride. If loving you’s gonna shorten my days, You’re gonna be the death of me with your ways. [Verse 3 – Him] You take an hour just to pick a dress, Then ask me which one I like best. I say the blue one, you say, “Why?” I say the red one, you ask me why. So now I’ve learned the golden rule— Never give an answer when I’m talking to you. [Verse 4 – Her] You say you’re ready at eight o’clock, But you’re still looking for your other sock. You can't find your keys, you can't find your hat, And somehow I’m supposed to know where they're at. You say, “Honey, don't get mad at me,” While standing there wearing them on your feet. [Both] Now that's what I call a mystery! [Bridge – Her] You’re a pain in the neck... Him: And you’re a pain in mine... Her: But I wouldn't trade you... Him: Well, I wouldn't trade you either, most of the time. Both: We may argue, we may fuss, But at the end of every day, There’s nobody else I’d rather have Driving me crazy this way. [Final Chorus – Both] You’re gonna be the death of me with your ways, Driving me crazy every night and day. You make me mad, then you make me laugh, Then somehow I forget what I was mad about five minutes back. We’re two stubborn hearts with a Texas-sized pride, Going round and round on this crazy ride. If loving you’s gonna shorten my days, You’re gonna be the death of me with your ways. [Tag – Him] I guess I’m stuck with you. [Her] Honey, you sure are. Him: Well, I could do worse. Her: Don't push your luck. Both: You’re gonna be the death of me... But I wouldn't have it any other way
