Alright

Yeah, I swore off love, I swore off women
Devoted my life to huntin' and fishin'
I'd never be anybody else's lovesick fool
It ain't cool
I spend all my spare time, fixin' up
That old rusted-up pick-up truck
In no time at all I'd have it lookin' like brand new
Then you

Flipped the switch on my dumaflache
Played my piano like Liberace
I let down my guard and my heart was good as gone
So long
Yeah, you cranked my tractor, you flicked my Bic
Woman, you tripped the trigger on my thingamajig
Can't explain how you done it
But, honey, you turn me on

(Whoa)
(Hot)

Your love did all the takin', I done all the givin'
I threw up my hands, said, "The heck with it"
I shut down my heart, locked it up and pulled the fuse
Before it blew
All my emotions were disconnected
No sign of a spark, could be detected
I had nobody, so I had nothin' to lose
Then you

Flipped the switch on my dumaflache
Played my piano like Liberace
I let down my guard and my heart was good as gone
So long
Yeah, you cranked my tractor, you flicked my Bic
Woman, you tripped the trigger on my thingamajig
Can't explain how you done it
But, honey, you turn me on

Yeah, you cranked my tractor, you flicked my Bic
Woman you tripped the trigger on my thingamajig
Can't explain how you done it
But, honey, you turn me on

Ooh
I can't handle that, baby
You better slow down

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Billy Lawson