[Intro — low, amused] C'mon, girl... Quit lookin' at me like that. You know exactly what you're doin'. [Verse 1 — playful, rhythmic] I like your face, your style, that sideways grin, How you steal my shirt, then swear it's always been Yours somehow—hell, I know how this ends, You laugh before the punchline, then call me your idiot friend. You know when I'm lyin', know when I'm scared, Know when I need you without sayin' you're there. Then you bend by the feed sacks—I forget what I knew, Hell, I ain't complicated— I just really like you. [Pre-Chorus — melodic lift] You like me weird, you like me broke, You know half my wisdom started as a joke. Every busted piece, every screw that's loose— You know the whole mess And you still choose. [Chorus — warm, rowdy, hook-forward] I don't just love you, girl—I like you too, Like ridin' nowhere with nothin' to do. Two cold beers and your feet on the dash, You talk your shit, I talk mine right back. Yeah, I want you bad, ain't no use pretendin', But you're my favorite way to waste a whole damn evening. My backwoods lover, my best damn friend— I'd choose your crazy all over again. [Verse 2 — half-time swagger] You sing the wrong words but you sing 'em proud, Dance in the kitchen when nobody's around. Steal half my blanket, take most of the bed, Wake me at midnight with some thought in your head. We ain't got money, but we live pretty sweet, Two spoons, one bowl—girl, life's a feast. Then you give me that look like you're up to no good, And I start makin' choices that a smart man wouldn't. You climb in my lap like, "Whatcha gon' do?" Girl, don't ask questions you know answers to. Screen door slams and the porch light dies— If the neighbors heard somethin', then the neighbors lied. [Pre-Chorus — grinning delivery] We fuss, we cuss, we slam some doors, Five minutes later can't remember what for. You pull me close, all my good sense leaves— You're the best bad idea That ever happened to me. [Chorus — bigger] I don't just love you, girl—I like you too, Even when I'm mad, I'd rather be mad with you. We can raise some hell, we can stay inside, You can roast my ass and still be on my side. Yeah, I want you bad, Lord knows that's true, But the dirty little secret is I just like you. My backwoods lover, my best damn friend— I'd choose your crazy all over again. [Bridge — spoken, unexpectedly sincere] Girl... Ain't nobody else I wanna buck hay with, get old with, get broke with, get snowed in with. Ain't nobody else gets the last beer, the good pillow, or the last damn bite. And when the whole county disappears and it's just me and you... That's my favorite part. [Pause — deadpan] Well... That and when your jeans hit the floor. [Final Chorus — full voice, joyful swagger] I don't just love you, girl—I like you too, Still get stupid when you walk in the room. You're who I want when the good times end, My favorite trouble and my best damn friend. Let's grow old loud and inappropriate too, Still makin' bad decisions like we always do. Baby, it's true— I'm stupid for you— I love the hell outta you... [beat drops] But damn, girl— I like you too. [Outro — low chuckle, nearly spoken] C'mon back here, girl... I was bein' romantic. [Pause] Mostly.
