(Wade Kirby&Butch Baker&Thom McHugh)
A short red dress don't turn my head
At least that's true unless it's you that's wearin' it
Glamour girls, high heels and pearls
They're a dime a dozen in this world
But let me tell you
When I see you I go crazy
There's just something about you baby
Can't help myself you drive me out of my mind
Can't explain there's no use tryinPlain as day there's no denyinWhat you've got, it gets me every time
Don't want no part of no fancy car
All I need's a way to get me where you are
Some folks dream of the finer things
But I dream of you 'cause there's nothin' finer to me
Let me tell you
When I see you I go crazy
There's just something about you baby
Can't help myself you drive me out of my mind
Can't explain there's no use tryinPlain as day there's no denyinWhat you've got, it gets me every time