Brad Paisley Doesn't Know the Half Of It

You’re the smile in my laugh and the quirk in my smile,
An awkward seduction, but flawless beguile.
You’re depth-charge espresso, you’re cold feet, warm core,
You’re a wet inner-ear and a drop to the floor.

You brush me with thunder and light up my eyes,
You’re forever to bed and much later to rise.
You’re a touch on the back and a skip in the heart,
You’re a glance at the clock and a beautiful start.

You bolster my passion and make my knees weak,
You’re the five-o’-clock-shadow-born chafe on my cheek.
You’re a jazz vocal solo, a country guitar,
A clean-cut persona and rummage-sale car.

You’re an awkward-length forearm, a wonderful scent,
You’re slow to catch on, but rapid to repent.
You’re a hand on the belly and kiss on the nose,
A secret romantic I love to expose.

You’re many a thing and you’re hard to define,
You’re a prayer and a blessing; I’m glad that you’re mine.