Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brett Young
Vocals
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Ben Caver
Background Vocals
Justin Niebank
Programming
Charlie Judge
Synthesizer
Ross Copperman
Programming
Elliot Huff
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Young
Songwriter
Ross Copperman
Songwriter
Jon Nite
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Producer
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Ben Caver
Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Mike Griffith
Studio Personnel
Doug Rich
Studio Personnel
Janice Soled
Studio Personnel
Seth Morton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I remember when I first heard your heartbeat
It had only been eight weeks
Standing there, starin' at that screen
Was the first time you ever scared me
God knows I don't know
Exactly what I'm doin', but
Good news, we got her to get through it
I hope you look just like your momma
And love her like I do
You'll see close to perfect patience
If you watch her every move
You can always run to daddy
You'll always be my baby, but
Look at her, baby girl
And you'll learn how to be a lady
Just how to be a lady
Mmh-mmh
I can make you laugh 'til you cry
But she can make your tears dry, and
When you get your heart broke by the wrong guy
She can make it right
I hope you look just like your momma
And love her like I do
You'll see close to perfect patience
If you watch her every move
You can always run to daddy
You'll always be my baby, but
Look at her, baby girl
And you'll learn how to be a lady
Mmh-mmh, just how to be a lady
Oh-oh
She'll hear you, she'll hold you, she'll help you through
She'll fix you, and me too
I hope you look just like your momma
And love her like I do
You'll see close to perfect patience
If you watch her every move
You can always run to daddy
You'll always be my baby, but
Look at her, baby girl
And you'll learn how to be a lady
Just how to be a lady
Writer(s): Ross Copperman, Jon Nite, Brett Young
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