I can't help these feelin′s.
I can′t fight these feelin's, feelin′s.
You, you got me star struck,
and your jacked up truck.
You got me stutter boxin'
my eyes feel like I ain′t blinked in a week.
You get down and dirty and I love that.
You and me, make a perfect match.
from the front to the back,
and sweet like wine on a vine in a berry patch.
Them shorts you're wearin is a perfect fit.
C-Country girl swag, real as it gets.
You hold on me like a zip tie.
I swear lil′ mama got me hypnotized .
She want a man and I'm all that
from my cowboy boots to my ball cap.
So what's up girl, what you wanna do?
I can't help these feelin′s.
I can't fight these feelin′s, feelin's.