Peanut Butter

She got them green eyes

Tequila lime

Caught me by surprise

The other night

She don't like nice guys

But that's alright

Not good at goodbyes

That's just my type

She got that peanut butter drop top

Type to make ya hopscotch

Type to make ya wait in the rain

She got that peanut butter drop top

Drop dead, make ya heart stop

Hop in and we're swerving away

She got that long hair, don't care

Knew right when she walked in

I kinda like how you're standing there

Nails done, sundress, smelling like fresh air

My lover not a sucker

I'll never want another

She don't take shit from no one

She don't take shit

She got that peanut butter drop top

Type to make ya hopscotch

Type to make ya wait in the rain

She got that peanut butter drop top

Drop dead make ya heart stop

Hop in and we're swerving away

She got that feeling

Top down with no ceiling

Feet out the window

Feeling like a million

She got that feeling

Top down with no ceiling

Feet out the window

Feeling like a million

She got that peanut butter drop top

Type to make ya hopscotch

Type to make ya wait in the rain

She got that peanut butter drop top

Drop dead make ya heart stop

Hop in and we're swerving away

(She got that peanut butter drop top)

(She got that peanut butter drop top)