One, two, three.
I'm gonna sit on your counter My spray
tan's still stuck to your wide-tile
shower And baby, it's only been 82 hours
But who's counting on?
You ain't counting on?
Baby,
do you reckon you could give me second for you?
Stick your head down her baby blue jeans
You're two-stepping with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me So,
don't take your show out on the road
You'll thank me when you get home But do
you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did,
well then, then give me a second
You seem distracted,
dear So would you care?
If I tore a page from your playbook And I kick my boots up on the bar
And sip your buddy's beer?
Might press my lips against neck
Like you ain't even here It's been 82 hours
About a million tears But who's counting on?
You ain't counting on?
Oh, baby, do you reckon you could give me
second for you?
Stick your head down her baby blue jeans
You're two-stepping with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me
So,
don't take your show out on the road
You'll thank me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did,
well then, then give me a second
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Do you reckon you could give me second for you?
Stick your head down her baby blue jeans You're two-stepping
with your second best And it's obvious that it's all for me So,
don't take your show out on the road You'll thank me when
you get home But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did, well then,
then give me a second