I never thought I'd see you looking at me this way 
 Almost vulgar and out of place 
 Like seeing the Moon in the day 
 I find it hard not to look away 
 Hard to believe it's the same face 
 I saw twisted in anger 
 I thought you’d hate me forever 
    Now I feel your hand under the table 
 At the fancy restaurant 
 Gripping on my inner thigh 
 Like if you don’t I'm gonna run 
 But I'm not going anywhere 
 Least not anywhere you’re not 
 Got me wrapped around your finger 
 Tied in a double knot   
 Just like our legs all double knotted 
 In the morning at the ritz 
 700 dollar room still drinking coffee from the keurig 
 We're soaking up the luxuries on someone else's dime 
 Living the dream before we fully pass our prime   
 And when we do 
 I'll have time to write the book on you 
 Time to write the book on you 
 Time to write the book on you 
 Time to write the book on you   
 Sitting on the kitchen counter 
 Counting bug bites on your thighs 
 Just another southern summer 
 Sweating bullets in the highs 
 Watermelon dripping down your chin 
 Laughing till you cry 
 Sweetest tears I ever tasted 
 Kissing salt out of your eyes   
 I've been circumventing your pet peeves 
 Bending over backwards every time that you say please 
 I just wanna make you happy 
 Will you let me spend a lifetime trying?   
 And if you do 
 I'll have time to write the book on you 
 Time to write the book on you 
 Time to write the book on you 
 Time to write the book on you 
 Finally time to write the book on you   
 I still believe in God sometimes 
 It always takes me by surprise 
 To catch myself in the middle of praying 
 But I thank God for you 
 When I don't know what else to do 
 Don't know where the words go but I still say ‘em   
 If it's not God, it's fate 
 If it's not fate, it’s chance 
 If it's my chance I'm gonna take it 
 Cause who gets the chance 
 Like the one that I have? 
 To catch the most wanted man in west Tennessee   
 If you let me write the book 
 Open the heart and take a look 
 I promise anything you give me 
 Is something I will keep 
 We can burn it when it’s done 
 Soot and cinder in the Sun 
 Nothing left for anyone to read and weep