She walks around late at night In my old Allman Brother's T-shirt And not much else There's a hint of her perfume In the air, she lets her hair dry All by itself Then she shits down next to me Paints her toes Asks me why I'm staring She knows what she does to me All the little things set fire to my soul And I love that girl and I go out of my way To find a way every day, to make sure she knows I might call to say, "How's your day?" Or stop off at the Chevrom And buy a rose I might save a little cash from my check And get that dress She thought she'd have to sew I'll make her a card And scratch out words And still not get it right She knows what she does to me All the little things set fire to my soul And I love that girl and I go out of my way To find a way every day, to make sure she knows She knows what she does to me All the little things set fire to my soul And I love that girl and I go out of my way To find a way every day, to make sure To make damn sure she knows