Tell Me

Forrest Frank

Compositor: Forrest Frank

I'm a Southern sticks son of a gun
She's a flower girl sitting in the Sun
She's a first-class ticket overseas
I'm an F150 parked on the beach, oh

I can't believe she's everything to me
Oh, can somebody please

Tell me, how did I, how did I get somebody like you?
To get somebody like me
Tell me, how did I, how did I get somebody like you?
To get somebody like me

I'ma sleep in late, work all night
She's a coffee cup in the morning light
She wears her heart on her sleeve
I could live inside my head for weeks, ohh

I can't believe she's everything to me
Oh, can somebody please

Tell me (oh, tell me) how did I, how did I get somebody like you?
To get somebody like me
Tell me (oh, tell me) how did I, how did I get somebody like you?
To get somebody like me