My My

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

Yeah, first time that I saw her sittin' by the creek bed toes in the water
Hair down, shades on, lookin' flawless
The type of girl that turn a veteran into a novice
But I was caught up fast such a rebel boss lady
But with all that class, a little Panasonic radio was on blast
She had some Hank, Conway, some Dolly and Cash, yeah
Took a while then we chatted for a minute
Said she like the Silverado and she wanna sit in it

I said you got it, hop in let's get it
She said, "I only ride full throttle, let's pin it"
So we, we hit the nearest back road and got cloudy through some country music
Go and turn it up, real live
Before we ran out to the bar, where the rebels get rowdy
Then she hit the floor, I looked once and then I shouted

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

I mean I don't really know where she exactly came from
But it was obvious she knew she had the game on
Had a little attitude and that swag work
And leaning around the corner to catch a glimpse done got my back hurt
Oh, man, she knew what she was doin'
Rockin' a skirt with a Tony Lamas
How in the world could they stop her?

So if you ain't happy, sittin' in ruins
I was sweatin' bullets, she weren't sympathetic, needed a man
Credit my horse racin', we were talkin' everybody gawking and stalking
She wouldn't stop a-walkin', told her to slow down

We need to be headin' back to your town
I heard they havin' a hoedown
That me and you can go round, how that sound?
C'mon just give it a chance
And I can tell by the way you lookin' at me that you like the dance
I could see it in your eyes
But just feelin' my ride
And I'm soundin' like Bobby Boucher stuttering, my-my

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

Hi my name is Ty, how do you do?
I didn't use words only no-verbal cues
I pointed out her skirt and she pointed out my boots
I pointed at the floor and she got up from the booth
I took her by the hand she got into her groove
Your girl made me smile by the way her hips moved
She drivin' me wild I'm loving her youth
And all the while speaking nothing but the truth, my my

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more

My my look at her though
Never seen nothing like her before
She got a rhythm when she moving on the floor
I'm loving what you're doing and I wanna see more



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Brett Brooks, Ty Albert Weathers, Stephens Derek John
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