Lletres: Chris Young. The Man I Want to Be. Gettin' You Home.

Tuxedo waiters, black ties
White tablecloths and red wine
We've been plannin' this night
Lookin' forward to it for sometime

Now honey, I know you love gettin' dressed up
And you know I love showin' you off
Watchin' your baby blue eyes, dancin' in the candlelight glow
All I can think about is gettin' you home

Walkin' through the front door
Seein' your black dress hit the floor
Honey, there sure ain't nothing like you lovin' me all night long
And all I can think about is gettin' you home

I don't need this menu, no I don't
I already know just what I want
Did I hear you right? Did you tell me
Go pay the waiter and let's leave?

Now honey, I know by that look in your eyes
And your hand drawin' hearts onto mine
That our night out of the house ain't gonna last too long
When all you can think about is gettin' me home

Walkin' through the front door
Seein' your black dress hit the floor
Honey, there sure ain't nothing like you lovin' me all night long
And all I can think about is gettin' you home

Walkin' through the front door
Seein' your black dress hit the floor
Honey, there sure ain't nothing like you lovin' me all night long
And all I can think about, all I can think about
All I can think about is gettin' you home