They Don't Make Em' Any Better

(album: Logan Mize - 2009)

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 sticking 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 playing me
Seems like someone's always gotta lose in love

She had me blinded, under her spell dragging me down into her living hell
You woulda thought I'd call it quits after getting burned enough

But if you wanna know what keep me hanging round so long...

The ponytail sticking 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 sticking 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