Just Ain't You
You're a cool drink of water
And it's been a hot summer
Tell me, when did you come here?
Do you think you'll stay?
I'm a little bit rusty
But you don't see to mind it
You let me do the talking
And I let you pay
It's so fucking good to be treated
Like gold, no, nothing like he did
I never knew that I needed
This til you made me believe it
But he'll be here in a minute
Oh, he's touching my hand
Filling my glass
But he just ain't you, boy
Oh, he treat me alright
Guess I feel fine
But he got no clue, boy
It's so fucking good to be treated
Like gold, no, he doesn't see it
Oh, he's making his move
But it just won't do
Cause he just ain't you, boy
Now he's moving in closer
Lay my head on his shoulder
Trying to keep my composure
Trying to play the part
But it's so hard to focus
Now that we've met, it's hopeless
And he might have my word, yes
But you have my heart
You make it so fucking easy
When you look, you really see me
I never knew that I needed
This til you made me believe it
I'll be there in a minute
Oh, he's touching my hand
Filling my glass
But he just ain't you, boy
Oh, he treat me alright
Guess I feel fine
But he got no clue, boy
It's so fucking good to be treated
Like gold, no, he doesn't see it
Oh, he's making his move
But it just won't do
Cause he just ain't you, boy
No, he just ain't you boy
No, he just ain't you, boy
And it's been a hot summer
Tell me, when did you come here?
Do you think you'll stay?
I'm a little bit rusty
But you don't see to mind it
You let me do the talking
And I let you pay
It's so fucking good to be treated
Like gold, no, nothing like he did
I never knew that I needed
This til you made me believe it
But he'll be here in a minute
Oh, he's touching my hand
Filling my glass
But he just ain't you, boy
Oh, he treat me alright
Guess I feel fine
But he got no clue, boy
It's so fucking good to be treated
Like gold, no, he doesn't see it
Oh, he's making his move
But it just won't do
Cause he just ain't you, boy
Now he's moving in closer
Lay my head on his shoulder
Trying to keep my composure
Trying to play the part
But it's so hard to focus
Now that we've met, it's hopeless
And he might have my word, yes
But you have my heart
You make it so fucking easy
When you look, you really see me
I never knew that I needed
This til you made me believe it
I'll be there in a minute
Oh, he's touching my hand
Filling my glass
But he just ain't you, boy
Oh, he treat me alright
Guess I feel fine
But he got no clue, boy
It's so fucking good to be treated
Like gold, no, he doesn't see it
Oh, he's making his move
But it just won't do
Cause he just ain't you, boy
No, he just ain't you boy
No, he just ain't you, boy
Credits
Writer(s): Mackenzie Erlank
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