Truck Girl

We always said ain't nothing in this world You and me couldn't figure out So, I cranked it up, came down here to work it out I knew you'd be out here, sippin', hanging round Been waiting on you, quit talking in the corner with some new guy Just kinda figured you'd be telling him goodbye That you'd still be comin' home with me tonight Why you're getting in his truck, girl? Are you really giving up, girl? And thought you'd be sitting here missing what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl We had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen And I'm your whole world Then, why you're getting in his truck, girl? You always said that you loved my 94 sunburnt Chevy Old school cool, when you ride around with me So, what's different now? 'Cause I can't seem to figure out Why you're getting in his truck, girl? Are you really giving up, girl? Thought you'd be sitting here missing what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl We had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen And I'm your whole world Then, why you getting in his truck, girl? Why you're getting in his truck, girl? Why you walking out of this bar, hanging onto his arm? Why you're leaving me, standing here, falling apart? Why you with him, girl You're supposed to be my girl So, why you're getting in his truck, girl? Are you really giving up, girl? And thought you'd be sitting here missing what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl We had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen And I'm your whole world Then, why you're getting in his truck, girl? (You're supposed to be my girl)