they don't make em' any better

oh, there's about a hundred reasons, i should have run, at the time, i couldn't seem to think of one, even her momma called me crazy for coming around, but headfirst, i dove in, found myself deep in the shallow end, but man, she was the baddest thing around this town, i just couldn't see past. the ponytail stickin' out of the back of her head, jeans tight enough to turn a preacher man bad, skin soft, golden brown tanlines can't be found somebody hold me back, it was a tattoo butterfly she don't even try to hide, can't explain the way she makes me feel inside, you know, i'd probably give in if she asked me to take her back, cause they don't make'em any better than that, looking back, it's easy to see those green eyes were just playin' me, seems like someone's always gotta lose in love, she had me blinded, under her spell draggin' me down into her living hell, you woulda thought i'd call it quits after gettin' burned enough, but if you wanna know what keep me hangin' round so long. the ponytail stickin' out of the back of her head, jeans tight enough to turn a preacher man bad, skin soft, golden brown tanlines can't be found somebody hold me back, it was a tattoo butterfly she don't even try to hide, can't explain the way she makes me feel inside, you know, i'd probably give in, if she asked me to take her back, but i gave in and played her games, one look from her, any other man would do the same, the ponytail stickin' out of the back of her head, jeans tight enough to turn a preacher man bad, skin soft, golden brown tanlines can't be found somebody hold me back, it was a tattoo butterfly she don't even try to hide, can't explain the way she makes me feel inside, you know, i'd probably give in if she asked me to take her back, cause they don't make'em any better than that, they don't make'em any better than that