She likes to paint her toenails
On the dash of my truck going 65
She likes leaving voice mails
Oh, a little heads-up of what I'm getting that night
I'm like, "Hey, pretty girl. How'd I get your number?
Girl, you're number 8 of all the 7 wonders."
She's dreaming on the East side
She's dancing in a street light
She's thirty, turning twenty-five
At the bar, she sets the bar high
When I think that I got her figured out, I don't
I don't
I've got a long way to go
Oh-oh, long way to go
She's steady as a Cadillac
One brick at a time, before the walls come down
Oh, and I ain't mad at that, oh no
Got nothing but time for me to find out
And I'm like, "Hey, pretty girl. Underneath the covers
How'd I get to be the one you call your lover?"
She's dreaming on the East side
She's dancing in a street light
She's thirty, turning twenty-five
At the bar, she sets the bar high
When I think that I got her figured out, I don't
I don't
I've got a long way to go
I've got a long, long way to go
Oh-oh, long way to go
I'm like, "Hey, pretty girl. I could use another
Make me so weak, I need a week to recover."
Oh yeah
She's dreaming on the East side
She's dancing in a street light
She's thirty, turning twenty-five
At the bar, she sets the bar high
When I think that I got her figured out, I don't
I don't
I've got a long way to go
Oh-oh, long way to go
I've got a long, long way to go
