Boys Like You

He said it was a date, then took me to Silverados
Swears that the best cookin' comes only from his momma
Drives his daddy's truck, but bet he fixed it up
Tires don't fit, that Carolina lift kit

Got a Zyn can ring pokin' out his pocket
Says that he loves Whitley, but only cause of Wallen
Buckle on his belt just for show and tell
Wouldn't reckon he'd last eight seconds

Another fake John Wayne
And it's such a goddamn shame
Fuck, I chased it anyway

There ain't nothin' new to write about, heartbreak, broken boots
The mud on your tires like tracks on my heart
Your ass in them jeans, I was hooked from the start
The way you reeled me in with that lakeside tan line skin
I took the bait, then you showed up late, there ain't nothin' new
To write about boys like you

(Oh-oh-oh-oh, boys like you)

I should've known better when every ex was crazy
Never said my name, but always called me baby
Story for every scar, small-town superstar
Should've ran for the hills when he pulled out that guitar

There ain't nothin' new to write about, heartbreak, broken boots
The mud on your tires like tracks on my heart
Your ass in them jeans, I was hooked from the start
The way you reeled me in with that lakeside tan line skin
I took the bait, then you showed up late, there ain't nothin' new
To write about boys like you

Oh-oh-oh-oh, about boys like you

There ain't nothin' new to write about, heartbreak, broken boots
The mud on your tires like tracks on my heart
Your ass in them jeans, I was hooked from the start
The way you reeled me in with that lakeside tan line skin
I took the bait, then you showed up late, there ain't nothin' new
To write about boys like you