(Verse 1) you walked in lookin’ ten outta ten Hair done up, nails sharp as sin flashed that smile that could “stop a man dead” made it real hard to keep my head but lipstick never cooked no beans a painted face never sewed my jeans guess you thought the job was just "looking good" but a fire's gonna need some wood (Chorus) I love your tight dress and lip gloss but pretty never paid my bills mascara runs when the going gets tuff and ya can't pack a house in high heels my truck don't run on perfume so if ya wanna be more than a thrill ya gotta bring something to the table and that something better be real (Verse 2) I ain’t sayin’ you gotta be a saint but bring more than just the paint a little grit, and a steady hand That’s the glue that holds a man I don't need perfect, just a friend Someone to ride with ‘til the end If all you’ve got is a pretty face you ain't even in the race (Chorus) I love your tight dress and lip gloss but pretty never paid my bills mascara runs when the going gets tuff and ya can't pack a house in high heels my truck don't run on perfume so if ya wanna be more than a thrill ya gotta bring something to the table and that something better be real (Bridge) It’s the little things you do each day to help each other make their way A real love’s built on give and take On honesty and the moves you make (Chorus) I love your tight dress and lip gloss but pretty never paid my bills mascara runs when the going gets tuff and ya can't pack a house in high heels my truck don't run on perfume so if ya wanna be more than a thrill ya gotta bring something to the table and that something better be real yeah that somethings gotta be real
