[Intro: playful, lightly sung] No, I'm serious Don't look at me like that [Verse 1: breezy conversational singing] You left your boots right by the doorway Again, like we ain't talked about this I nearly broke my neck this morning And somehow you find that hilarious I had a whole speech ready Been practicing since half past two Then you leaned against the counter Making that stupid face you do [Pre Chorus: groove lifts] I'm trying to make a point here And you're making this difficult I swear you know exactly How to ruin a perfectly good argument [Chorus: warm playful soul groove] Quit making me laugh I'm supposed to be mad at you I had three more things to say Now I can't remember two Quit making me laugh This ain't helping your case I can't properly fuss at you With that grin across your face Quit making me laugh I'm trying here, baby Quit making me laugh [Verse 2: playful with growing amusement] Then you started doing impressions Which wasn't helping things at all Apparently that's how I sound When I'm hollering down the hall For the record, I don't sound like that Not even a little bit You did it one more time I turned around So you wouldn't see me losing it Then you said, "You're smiling" I said, "No, I'm not" You raised that eyebrow at me And that's about as far as I got [Pre Chorus: increasingly amused] I was doing fine without you Adding commentary from the side Now I'm biting on my bottom lip Trying not to let this smile get wide [Chorus: fuller groove] Quit making me laugh I'm supposed to be mad at you I had three more things to say Now I can't remember two Quit making me laugh This ain't helping your case I can't properly fuss at you With that grin across your face Quit making me laugh I'm trying here, baby Quit making me laugh [Bridge: stripped back, intimate and amused] You know what really gets me You wait until I'm on a roll Let me get halfway through my speech Like you're listening to every word Then right before my best damn point You make that face again And there I go Damn it I was doing so good [Final Chorus: joyful full groove, loose female harmonies] Quit making me laugh I was supposed to be mad at you Pretty sure you owe me an apology And your boots still need moving too Quit making me laugh Boy, you got lucky today I can't properly fuss at you When you got me laughing this way Quit making me laugh Yeah, I'm still mad Well Maybe not that mad [Outro: groove settles, smiling vocal] But move the boots I'm serious Baby Move the boots
