She throws her Braves cap on her head
Every time it rains
And when her favorite song comes on
She sings out of key as it plays
Always leaving the car on empty
And blaming me for what she did
But when we talk about our future
Or the genre of our first kiss

It’s kind of crazy but turns me on
How she’s always blowing up my phone
It’s not some cover girl on a magazine
It’s the one I fell in love with at 17
An addictive drug that pulled me in
Not them long tan legs or her perfect tint
It’s the imperfections that she wants gone
It’s kinda crazy but turns me on

I love to give her silent treatment
When she throws her little fits
Because I know that when we make up
It will so be worth it
When she makes her funny faces
And does her best British accent
Or she says that she’s not hungry
But when I get mine she digs in

It’s kind of crazy but turns me on
How she's always blowing up my phone
It’s not some cover girl on a magazine
It’s the one I fell in love with at 17
An addictive drug that pulled me in
Not them long tan legs or her perfect tint
It’s the imperfections that she wants gone
It’s kinda crazy but turns me on

An addictive drug that pulled me in
Not those long tan legs or her perfect tint
It’s the imperfections that she wants gone
It’s kinda crazy, I know, but turns me on
Oh
Yeah