Lyrics by Steven R. Drennon, ©️ 2026 Lyrics may not be remixed, used as prompts for AI, or otherwise reproduced without consent. Please check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@firstep3 [Verse 1] You walked in, pure danger dressed in red, High heels, wild hair, messin’ with my head. You smiled like sin as you crossed that floor, And I forgot what my mouth was for. Tried to say “hi,” but it came out wrong, Sounded like a drunk tryin’ to sing a song. You leaned in close, and gave me that grin, And girl, my mind ain't come back since then. [Chorus] You’ve got me twisted, tripped, and turned around, Can’t seem to get a sentence off the ground. Try to say “sweetheart”, end up with “hot spot,” Mix up my words till I’m tied in knots. Like a slick sip of sweet southern sugar, You've hit me hard, like a fifth of liquor. You smile, I stammer, you laugh, I hide, 'Cause girl, you got me tongue tied. [Verse 2] Your smile blinds me like a neon sign, Got me losin’ track of every line. You asked my name, and I said, “Uhm, who?” My brain took off, and my tongue did too. You bend down low to adjust your dress, And I swear, girl, now my mind's a mess. You said, “You okay?”, I just nodded slow, But inside I was shoutin', "Lord, no!" [Chorus] You’ve got me twisted, tripped, and turned around, Can’t seem to get a sentence off the ground. Try to say “sweetheart”, end up with “hot spot,” Mix up my words till I’m tied in knots. Like a slick sip of sweet southern sugar, You've hit me hard, like a fifth of liquor. You smile, I stammer, you laugh, I hide, 'Cause girl, you got me tongue tied. [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 3] You winked and said, “You’re kinda cute,” Then stole my hat and my last excuse. You pulled me close and whispered slow, “I like a man who just lets it show.” So now I’m stuck in this perfect mess, Heart in overdrive, brain sayin’ yes. Every time I try to speak I find, You steal my breath and blow my mind. [Chorus] You’ve got me twisted, tripped, and turned around, Can’t seem to get a sentence off the ground. Try to say “sweetheart”, end up with “hot spot,” Mix up my words till I’m tied in knots. Like a slick sip of sweet southern sugar, You've hit me hard, like a fifth of liquor. You smile, I stammer, you laugh, I hide, 'Cause girl, you got me tongue tied. [Outro]
