Now I'm no warrior
See I'm my father's son
But I'll grab my rocks and grab my sling
And bring her right back home to me
With curses in my teeth
There ain't a pick up line I've memorized
But my father's a ladies man
He said, "treat her right and get the door
Tell her she's the one that you've been looking for
All night"
"Now girl's make as much sense as the government"
That's what my father always said
"But unless you want to live alone
Get comfortable with admitting you're wrong
Cause you're wrong"
Now I don't know a thing about Hollywood
See my father's a middle-class man
But I'll grab my picks and grab my coat
And put a song on the radio
Calling you home
I'm calling you home
Saying, "Baby can't you see there ain't a thing out there
But maybe's, and honestly that's hardly fair
Cause baby I'll definitely make you mine
Oh baby can't you see there ain't a thing out there
But maybe's, and honestly that's hardly fair
Cause baby I'll definitely make you mine
I'll make you mine"