Sweet Little Thing

If she's slender and tall, just the way I like 'em y'all
I'm in trouble
If she says just what she means and her eyes are blues as jeans
I'm in trouble
If her voice is soft and low and she never tells me no
I'm in trouble
If she treats me loving and kind, but she's got a dirty mind
I'm in a whole lot of trouble

She's a sweet little thing

If her kiss is cool as water and she's a farmer's daughter
I'm in trouble
If she's a girl who drives a truck
I love the way she fusses over me

She's a sweet little thing
Here comes trouble
Maybe too much
I've got a sugar rush

I know I'd do much better without you baby
But I now there must be something about you baby
I love her golden tresses, and man when she undresses.