I Luv Ya

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

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

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