Boys Like You

He said it was a date, then took me to Silverados

Swears that the best cookin' comes only from his momma

Drives his daddy's truck, but bet he fixed it up

Tires don't fit, that Carolina lift kit

Got a Zyn can ring pokin' out his pocket

Says that he loves Whitley, but only cause of Wallen

Buckle on his belt just for show and tell

Wouldn't reckon he'd last eight seconds

Another fake John Wayne

And it's such a goddamn shame

Fuck, I chased it anyway

There ain't nothin' new to write about, heartbreak, broken boots

The mud on your tires like tracks on my heart

Your ass in them jeans, I was hooked from the start

The way you reeled me in with that lakeside tan line skin

I took the bait, then you showed up late, there ain't nothin' new

To write about boys like you

(Oh-oh-oh-oh, boys like you)

I should've known better when every ex was crazy

Never said my name, but always called me baby

Story for every scar, small-town superstar

Should've ran for the hills when he pulled out that guitar

There ain't nothin' new to write about, heartbreak, broken boots

The mud on your tires like tracks on my heart

Your ass in them jeans, I was hooked from the start

The way you reeled me in with that lakeside tan line skin

I took the bait, then you showed up late, there ain't nothin' new

To write about boys like you

Oh-oh-oh-oh, about boys like you

There ain't nothin' new to write about, heartbreak, broken boots

The mud on your tires like tracks on my heart

Your ass in them jeans, I was hooked from the start

The way you reeled me in with that lakeside tan line skin

I took the bait, then you showed up late, there ain't nothin' new

To write about boys like you