She walks around late at night
In my old Allman Brothers t-shirt
And not much else
Theres a hint of her perfume
In the air, she lets her hair dry
All by itself
Then she shits down next to me & pain´ts her toes
And asks me why I am staring
CHORUS:
SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE DOES TO ME
ALL THE LITTLE THINGS SET FIRE TO MY SOUL
AND I LOVE THAT GIRL, AND I GO OUT OF MY WAY
TO FIND A WAY EVERY DAY
TO MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS
I might call to say, "How´s your day?"
Or stop off at the Chevrom
And buy a rose
I might save a little cash from my check
And get that dress
She thought she would´ve to sew
I will make her a card & scratch out words
And still not get it right
REPEAT CHORUS
She knows what she does to me
All the little things that set fire to my soul
And I love that girl, & I go out of my way
To find a way every day
To make sure
To make damn sure she knows
Ooh. . .
James Otto Ringtones