#mp lyrics

It ain't the blonde hair. It ain't the long legs. Yeah, I'm sure that it don't hurt. But it ain't the thing that makes him work for a girl, for a girl like me.  Maybe it's the blue eyes. Maybe it's the mud tires on that rusted out GMC. It ain't perfect but it's working for a girl. Yeah yeah, for a girl like me. Wonder what it is about guys like you make em lose their mind, trying to catch my eye. Changing their ways till they get their way in a long line of guys that were just the same. I'm like junior coming around the bend, bound to win that race. You're just burning rubber 'cause you love the chase. And I guess that's why guys like you got a thing, got a thing for girls like me. I guess that's why guys like you got a thing, got a thing for girls like me.

I sit in my bedroom, strumming daddy's LG guitar staring out the window at all those country stars. Somehow they led me to a loaded down GMC. Oil checked and all gassed up, headed for Tennessee. No I never could've done it on my own. Country music made me do it Held my hand and walked me through it. Led the way, kept me strong. It always does when I turn it on. It's always highs and lows, the song keeps on pushing me along. I could take the credit but I always knew it. Country music made me do it.

I'm a mama's girl, her whole world. I'm like the son daddy never had. I might rock a skirt, but love playing in the dirt. And my shot, it ain't half bad. I'm a real spitfire, who can raise some hell. But I can be sweeter than a Southern Belle. Giddy-up, giddy-up, foot on the pedal. I get knocked down, I get back in the saddle. It's gonna take more than one hit to get me rattled. I could be as pretty as a wildflower petal. Little bit of angel, double shot of devil. When it comes right down to it, hah, baby I'm grace and grit.

You might think you push my buttons. You might think you go too far. But I love how you're so stubborn. Who you are is who you are. At the end of the day, that's what I crave. And I wouldn't change a thing about it. So, baby, don't ever doubt it. I couldn't live without it. I could give up smoking cigarettes. Blowing my money on a Vegas bet. New Luccheses and top shelf whiskey. Vintage vinyl and long cut Grizzly. Got a lot of things I can't get enough of. More than a few I should give up. But only one obsession that's forever bulletproof. I’m never giving up on you. Never giving up, never giving up. Never giving up on you. Never giving up, never giving up.

I can't quote the verse, but I heard there's one that says that all have fallen short, so maybe I still have a chance. And it's heavy on me the shame I feel for not giving thanks for my blessings. Am I worthy of an answer? I've got questions. Can I sing Amazing Grace with last nights whiskey on my breath? Do I deserve your love with the little bit of faith I've got left? Am I saying the right things? Am I getting through? Is it too late to turn to you? I'm trying, Lord I'm trying to find the light. Tell me am I praying right?

Could've stayed yeah when you said that you'd do better. And don't think I don't wonder when I'm lying here wide awake if I quit too soon, but baby, yeah deep down, I knew the only way was out. So go ahead and hate me if you want to. Tell everybody that I did you wrong. That my blindsided slamming door came out of the blue. And it was easy for me to just move on. When the truth is that I loved you but you waited too long to fight. Yours ain't the only heart that broke that night. But since I'm the one who said goodbye, you can be the good man who was only trying to love me. And I will be the bad guy. Go ahead and hate me if you want to. Tell everybody that I did you wrong. That my blindsided slamming door came out of the blue. And it was easy for me to just move on. When the truth is that I loved you but you waited too long to fight. Yours ain't the only heart that broke that night. But since I'm the one who said goodbye, you can be the good man who was only trying to love me. And I will be the bad guy.