It ain't rocket science, ain't pie or squared
It's basic mathematics that will get you there
I'm talkin' 'bout my baby and the things he loves
I'm tops on the list of his real cool stuff
Like his old shoes, his fishin' pole
His five-string guitar he got in Mexico
His daddy's watch, his Cardinals cap
His high school jersey
Yeah, he loves me like that
Got a shopping cart scrape on his Corvette door
Could have been a fight could have been a war
He could have blown his stack but he never said a word
No, he'd never trade me for nothin' in this world
Like his old shoes, his fishin' pole
His five-string guitar he got in Mexico
His daddy's watch, his Cardinals cap
His high school jersey
Yeah, he loves me like that
Like his old shoes, his fishin' pole
His five-string guitar he got in Mexico
His daddy's watch, his Cardinals cap
His high school jersey
Yeah, he loves me like that
The way he loves to sing to the radio
A finger full of chocolate chip cookie dough
Yeah, his shoes, his pole, his watch, his cap
Oh, it's a good thing he loves me like that
It's a real good thing he loves me like that
