[Intro] [Verse 1 ] You got him waiting in the driveway, Engine running, quarter past ten, You’re inside saying you don’t need him, Girl, I wouldn’t say that again. Blue eyes underneath the moonlight, White tee, Levi’s, cigarette smoke, You keep leaving that door wide open— Don’t blame me if I take him home. [Pre-Chorus] Never said that I was innocent, Never claimed to be a saint, But you got gold inside your hands And treat that boy like spare change. [Chorus] If you don’t want him, I do, I look better riding shotgun too. Windows down, blood on the dash, His little heartbeat pounding fast If you don’t love him, that’s alright, He'll keep me warm on a Friday night. You can say I stole your man— But you left him where I could. [Verse 2] Now we’re dancing at the Texaco, Huffing from a paper bag, He says, “My wife's gonna kill me.” I say, “Baby, she already has.” Red lipstick on his collar, Country station playing low, You were busy playing hard to get, I was busy saying, “Let’s go.” [Pre-Chorus] Maybe I’m a little reckless, Maybe he’s a little weak, Maybe you should’ve kissed that cowboy Instead of leaving him to me. [Chorus] If you don’t want him, I do, I look better riding shotgun too. Windows down, blood on the dash, His little heartbeat pounding fast Call me trouble, call me bad, Last damn mistake he ever had. You can say I stole your man— Honey, tell ’em that I did. [Bridge] Don’t go crying to your mama, Don’t put my name all over town. You had a king inside your kitchen, Kept treating him like some old hound. I’m a patriot, baby, Hate seeing good things go to waste— So I rescued your poor cowboy With red lipstick and good taste. [Final Chorus] If you don’t want him, I DO, Stars and stripes and bad tattoos. Bare feet hanging from his truck, Radio loud, we’re outta luck. You had your chance, you let him die, Now he’s six feet beneath that county-line sky. Say I stole your man if you want to— You should’ve treated him right.
