We always said ain't nothing in this world you and me couldn't figure out So I cranked it up, came down here to work it out I knew you'd be out here sippin', hangin 'round Been waiting on you to quit talking in the corner with some new guy Just kinda figured you'd be telling him goodbye That you'd still be comin' home with me tonight
Why you getting in his truck, girl? Are you really giving up, girl? Thought you'd be sitting here missin' what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl We had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen And I'm your whole world Then why you getttin' in his truck, girl?
You always said that you loved my '94 sunburnt Chevy Old school cool when you ride around with me So what's different now? 'Cause I can't seem to figure out
Why you getting in his truck, girl? Are you really giving up, girl? Thought you'd be sitting here missin' what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl We had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen And I'm your whole world Then why you getttin' in his truck, girl? Why you getttin' in his truck, girl?
Why you walkin' out of this bar, hangin' onto his arm? Why you leaving me standing here, falling apart? Why you with him, girl? You're supposed to be my girl
So why you getting in his truck, girl? Are you really giving up, girl? Thought you'd be sitting here missin' what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl We had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen And I'm your whole world Why you getttin' in his truck, girl?
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