How did I get here? How did I get you?
How did a boy from nowhere
Catch them ocean view eyes, so blue
Damn girl, lay 'em on me again
Way outta my league, sometimes I laugh
You're wearing that champagne dress, girl
It's hard not to brag, well I don't mind
Spin around for me one more time

I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women, yeah

Oh, baby I love what that says about you
Maybe rough around the edges is just what you're into
Damn, girl, that brings a smile to face
'Cause at the end of the day

I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women, yeah

Take a little High Life and Dom Perignon
Pour 'em both together, make something strong
And it's you and me, girl
A little pawn shop rock and a string of pearls
You be Marilyn, baby, I'll be Mearle
That's you and me, girl
That's you and me, girl

I might like cheap beer and real bad jokes
Trucks that don't start and Quick Stop Smokes
But I got good taste in women
Yeah, I sleep like a baby in a motel six
I like dive bar bands that can't sing a lick
But I got good taste in women
Lookin' at you just lookin' at me
Got everybody thinkin' I'm high class livin'
I got good taste in women
I got good taste in women, yeah

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Writer(s): Bryan Simpson, Jaren Johnston, Nathan Kyle Spicer