I Luv Ya

(Jeffrey Steele, John Hobbs, Michael Dulaney)



You wake up, your hair's a mess

You're all legs in my old t-shirt

Ah, that's when you look the best

Oh, I luv ya



Fuzzy slippers, coffee mug

Rubbin' your eyes, you say don't look

I swear I could eat you up

Girl, I luv ya



Chorus:

You don't need no red dress, Mama

You don't need no big hairdo

A natural born beauty just the way you are

With twenty-two freckles and a rose tattoo



Out in the garden in garden gloves

Dirt on your cheek, A smile on your face

In the middle of buttercups

Baby, I luv ya



--- Instrumental ---



Chorus:

You don't need no red dress, Mama

You don't need no big hairdo

A natural born beauty just the way you are

With twenty-two freckles and a rose tattoo



Cindy Crawford, she's all right

Julia Roberts, ah, she just ain't my type

You on the couch in them old levis

Girl, I luv ya



Just what you are

Just what I like

God, I luv ya...