You Got It

You Got It

You ain't the prettiest girl I know
Crooked tooth smile but as pure as gold
Who settles in a river of worn out poems
Bell bottom jeans and a black tank top
With white tattered letters that says "Cheap Trick Rocks"
Eating chocolate cherries from a heart shaped box

You got it-baby, baby you got it

You say, let me tell ya rockin' daddy where's it's at
Bill Hicks, Pat Conroy, and Ronnie Van Zant
You say you're a Mason Dixon momma and I have to laugh

You got it-baby, baby you got it

And I know darlin'-all the years have fallen
Away from what I wished that it would be
And like that old cold wind callin'-you put that old flame out darlin'
But the fire still lies there underneath

You take one last drink from your six year old scotch
Red lipstick on your glass-you wind your daddy's old watch
You say your forty minutes for I don't know what

You got it-baby, baby you got it
Don't you know that you got it



Credits
Writer(s): Ned Dewitt Hill
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