歌曲 | I Guess You Had To Be There |
歌手 | Craig Morgan |
专辑 | Little Bit of Life |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Storm blew a tree down in my backyard | |
My axe wouldn't cut it and my saw wouldn't start | |
Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store | |
To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour | |
I know that she digs me â€~cause when I walked in | |
Here she come a runnin' with a 'Can I help you' grin | |
Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around | |
I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn't have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
I'm pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W.D. | |
So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans | |
I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo | |
Forced to play a little game of peek-a-boo | |
Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue | |
Asked me if I had any plumbing to do | |
Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip | |
Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn't have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there, take it boys | |
She did that little finger thingy through her hair | |
Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare | |
I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for | |
I think that she forgot that we was in that store | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn't have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
Yeah, I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn't have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there |
Storm blew a tree down in my backyard | |
My axe wouldn' t cut it and my saw wouldn' t start | |
Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store | |
To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour | |
I know that she digs me cause when I walked in | |
Here she come a runnin' with a ' Can I help you' grin | |
Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around | |
I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
I' m pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W. D. | |
So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans | |
I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo | |
Forced to play a little game of peekaboo | |
Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue | |
Asked me if I had any plumbing to do | |
Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip | |
Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there, take it boys | |
She did that little finger thingy through her hair | |
Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare | |
I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for | |
I think that she forgot that we was in that store | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
Yeah, I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there |
Storm blew a tree down in my backyard | |
My axe wouldn' t cut it and my saw wouldn' t start | |
Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store | |
To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour | |
I know that she digs me cause when I walked in | |
Here she come a runnin' with a ' Can I help you' grin | |
Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around | |
I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
I' m pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W. D. | |
So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans | |
I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo | |
Forced to play a little game of peekaboo | |
Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue | |
Asked me if I had any plumbing to do | |
Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip | |
Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there, take it boys | |
She did that little finger thingy through her hair | |
Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare | |
I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for | |
I think that she forgot that we was in that store | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there | |
Yeah, I guess you had to be there | |
To believe what I saw | |
Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls | |
She didn' t have a prayer | |
But I guess you had to be there |