Getting ready on Friday
Oh like, "How do I look in this dress?"
Anything that you put on, baby
That's how I like you best
Standing there when you're fixing your hair
Wish you could only see
The way you look, the way I stare
The way my heart skips a beat

'Cause you look like some girl out of a magazine
Talking one out of a million
Best I ever seen
Call me a lucky man
Call me a lovesick fool
Yeah, it blows my mind, girl
Every time I look at you
Just look at you, yeah

You oughta see how the heads turn
Every time you walk in the room
It's like a mic drop
Everything stops, all eyes on you
I'm just the guy with the girl
That everybody wants to meet
Thinking, man
What did he do to have hers arms all over me?

'Cause you look like some girl out of a magazine
Talking one out of a million
Best I ever seen
Call me a lucky man
Call me a lovesick fool
Yeah, it blows my mind, girl
Every time I look at you
Just look at you, girl
Oh, yeah

Ain't no doubt, baby
You were sent from above
Can't help but looking good, I can't get enough

'Cause you look like some girl out of a magazine
I'm talking one out of a-million
Best I ever seen
Call me a lucky man
Call me a lovesick fool
But it blows my mind, girl
Every time I look at you
Oh it blows my mind, girl
Every time I look at you
Look at you, girl
Ooh, yeah
Just look at you, girl

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Writer(s): Charles Kelley, Dallas Davidson, Dave Haywood, Hillary Scott