Are you planning to love me through the bars of a golden cage?
Don’t make yourself sick with the wanting, skittish thing
When you said you couldn’t swing it
You gave me a good scare for a minute there
I had never seen that look from you before
You were eyeing all the exits

Feels like I’ve been on your heels for a lifetime
Flew north to find you without knowing that was why
You make me want to write a country song
Folks here in New York get a kick out of
I’d sing about knocking you up under Tennessee stars
In the bed of my red Chevrolet pickup

You might give me a good scare for a minute there
But I’ll say “Well, I’ve seen that look from you before”
When you start eyeing all the exits
When you start eyeing all the exits

You might give me a good scare for a minute there
But I’ll say “Well, I’ve seen that look from you before”
When you start eyeing all the exits
When you start eyeing all the exits