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
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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
[chorus] 2x
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
