Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Matthew Lane
Guitarra
Aaron Richter
Bajo
Billy Hildreth
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Matthew Lane Brunker
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Gui Murillo
Coproducción
Letra
Honey, then cocaine cowboys you've been two-stepping with
Ain't even from around here, they're just honky tonk tourists
drinking milkshake IPAs when there's plenty cold cans of Schlitz
They're all name brand and glitz, ain't a one got a lick of true grit
And it's a fact I ain't got that kind of cash to flash
But I can treat you so much better than that
And even though I ain't got the dough enough to make it rain
Honey, I can cook and clean and make love to you all night and all day
I confess them boys are well dressed and they're real fetching to the eye
Still they ain't got no manners and let me tell ya that shit don't fly
You're your own woman, smart and strong, it's the reason I fancy you so
I'd never try to tell you what to do, I'd just like you to know
That it's a fact I ain't got that kind of cash to flash
But I can treat you so much better than that
And even though I ain't got the dough enough to make it rain
Honey, I can cook and clean and make love to you all night and all day
Now, I ain't saying you ain't deserving of life's finer things
I'm just implying fine ain't defined by dollar signs and bling
I got a modest offer but it's true and it's one of a kind...
Honey, I can be your best friend and love you for the rest of our lives
And it's a fact I ain't got that kind of cash to flash
But I can treat you so much better than that
And even though I ain't got the dough enough to make it rain
Honey, I can cook and clean and make love to you all night and all day
That means I can cook you dinner then clean it up and we could cuddle all night and all day
Written by: Matthew Lane Brunker