Lyrics

I like your short shorts, tall boots, tan legs, country roots
The way you dance up close to the stage
I like your concert T-shirt, your hair flippin’ when you flirt
Girl you really light up this place
I dig that cotton candy perfume, your hips swayin’ ‘cross the room
That come and get me smile on your face

I’d call you a perfect work of art, if it weren’t for just one part
(I’m gonna say it right now, ha!)

Everything about you turns me on,
Except Your Boyfriend
We could be leavin’ this bar alone,
Without Your Boyfriend
I think I would like to take you home,
But Not Your Boyfriend

He’s a slicked back cocky walkin’, in your face, trash talkin’
Money flashin’ son of a gun
Well he keeps on yellin’ “Free Bird,” but I don’t think he’s ever heard
A single song that Skynyrd has done
He’s got his hands all over you, showin’ us who’s who
Tryin’ to ruin all of your fun

Well he better not tip over my beer, with all his struttin’ around up here
(I’m gonna say it again, uh!)

Everything about you turns me on,
Except Your boyfriend
We could be leavin’ this bar alone,
Without Your Boyfriend
I think I would like to take you home,
But Not Your Boyfriend

I don’t know how you fit that cell phone in your back pocket (shake it you got it)
But here’s my number in case later on you wanna rock it, Oooooh…

Everything about you turns me on…
Except Your boyfriend
We could be leavin’ this bar alone,
Without Your Boyfriend
I think I would like to take you home,
But Not Your Boyfriend