I like ‘em tall, hot, with an arm full of tattoos Six-foot something for my five feet of attitude I just can’t help that I get barer for the bad news Oh, I got a type

I know I’m smart, but I can’t learn my lesson The guitar boys I always seem to mess with Tear me apart, but I just can’t quit A habit I can’t kick

And try as I might I just can’t win I just can’t pick ‘em right

Oh, I know that I should Walk away Like a better woman would

But maybe I’ve gone mad ‘Cause when he looks at me like that I’m thinkin’ If it feels this good He can’t be all that bad

And if it feels so good

He can’t be all that bad

I like ‘em clean cut with just a little bit of redneck The kind that makes you wonder why you ain’t in the bed yet Make you say a couple things you know you’re gonna regret But if we fight it out we can ride into the sunset

And try as I might I just can’t win I just can’t pick ‘em right

Oh, I know that I should Walk away Like a better woman would

But maybe I’ve gone mad ‘Cause when he looks at me like that I’m thinkin’ If it feels this good He can’t be all that bad

And if it feels so good

He can’t be all that bad

Can you lay it all down on me Make me feel like I’m the only One for you—I’m wantin’ you so bad

Slide it like a guitar, baby Any way you wanna play me Am I the fool for wantin’ all that bad?

But maybe I’ve gone mad ‘Cause when he looks at me like that I’m thinkin’ If it feels this good He can’t be all that bad And when he makes a mess of me I’m right where I wanna be I’m thinkin’ If he feels this good He can’t be all that bad

And if it feels so good

He can’t be all that bad