Love Song - Kevin Fowler

Yeah, the first time I saw her she was dancing on the bar at the

The way she moved and grooved would make any dude wanna tap a toe

Heart started pumping like a kid drum bumping on a band stand

Now she’s like a melody that I can’t get out of my humpty-dumpty head

She’s a beer drinking hell raising heart breaking butt shaking love song

I could turn her on, turn her up and listen to her all night long

She’s a head banging two stepping sing along to Motley Crue and George Jones

She’s a beer drinking hell raising heart breaking butt shaking love song

Yeah, hotter than hell but boy, I gotta tell you, she’s still cool

Educated, high class, ball cap wearing bat bishop fools

She’s riding home in her high heels are Tony Lama’s

Though she might get freaky in the back of my Chevy I could still take her home

to momma

I’m saying it ain’t the same pole, I couldn’t find one that had it all, y’all

Till I stumbled on a beer drinking hell raising heart breaking shot

Taking love making pretty boy band hating butt shaking love song