[Intro – Dirty blues guitar riff, playful chuckle] Well, I’ll be damned… Some women just have that something. And this one’s got a whole lot of it! [Verse 1 – Playful, gritty male vocal] She’s the kind of woman that makes you tingle She’s the kind of woman that makes you wish you were single She’s a whole lot of something, I wish I knew She drives me so damn crazy, I wish there were two [Verse 2 – Swaggering blues-rock groove] I could watch her all day, especially when she’s on her break I’d hang on every word, every smile she makes I’d love to run into her, she’s one of a kind She’s amazing, everything she does blows my mind [Pre-Chorus – Guitar riff builds] She’s got that smile, she’s got that spark The kind that lights a fire in the dark I try to behave, Lord knows I do But my imagination’s got a thing or two! [Chorus – Big, catchy Southern rock hook] She’s a whole lot of something, I can’t explain Got my heart doing backflips and messing with my brain She’s a little bit of trouble, a whole lot of fun And just when I think she’s finished, she’s only begun Oh, she’s a whole lot of something And that something’s got a hold on me! [Verse 3 – Cheeky, suggestive delivery] There’s only one woman who affects me this way I wish she’d come over to my sandbox and play There ain’t enough hours in the day to enjoy her I know I wouldn’t get bored, she’d excite me for sure [Verse 4 – Playful, teasing swagger] She could talk for hours, I’d never complain Even when her stories drive me insane She’s got a way of making nothing sound sweet And Lord have mercy, she knocks me off my feet [Chorus – Full band, backing vocals] She’s a whole lot of something, I can’t explain Got my heart doing backflips and messing with my brain She’s a little bit of trouble, a whole lot of fun And just when I think she’s finished, she’s only begun Oh, she’s a whole lot of something And that something’s got a hold on me! [Bridge – Music drops to bass and slide guitar] Now I ain’t saying what I’d do If I had a whole afternoon or two We could laugh, we could talk, maybe misbehave Or spend all day digging in that sandbox, babe! [Spoken – Laughing] What? I meant building sandcastles! Good Lord, where’s your mind been? [Guitar solo – Raunchy blues bends, playful Southern rock swagger] [Final Chorus – Explosive, full-band harmonies] She’s a whole lot of something, I can’t explain She’s got me smiling like a fool out in the rain She’s a little bit of heaven, a whole lot of fun And I swear that woman outshines the sun Oh, she’s a whole lot of something And that something’s got a hold on me! [Outro – Guitar riff slows, mischievous spoken vocal] You know… I’ve been trying to figure out what that something is. [Pause] But every time I get close… She goes and gives me something else to think about! [Chuckles] Lord help me!
