It's that break-a-levee kind of love

And it washes over me

She said, "You need Jesus"

Said, "You need God"

She stares at the altar, while gripping your arm

Well, it's a heavy kind of love, where your eyes keep locking

And her palms start sweating when you say, "I want it"

And her chest gets tight, when you say, "You'd make a beautiful bride"

So she'd die just to hear you say, "I'll tell what you are to me"

And we'll sing a little hymn, sing a little hymn

I'll tell you what you are to me, yeah

Oh, yeah

And we'll sing a little hymn, sing a little hymn

Then I'll take your hand for all my life

And I'll love you, and your chevy