Ask her what’s your favorite blend of whiskey when you smoke
I’d bet a glass of McCallan 12 no way in hell she’ll know
And ask her why that puzzle piece is in your sleeve tattoo
That buddy’s name that flew away 11th grade too soon
I know something she don’t know
When you break down where you go
Why those tabs come off your cans
And Skynyrd stays on your FM
I know, you know
It just don’t make sense
If she don’t get you
Why’s she get you layin’ in her bed?
Where you get the green inside your eyes
When both your mom and dad have blues
Why you always come alive
When you see Tuscaloosa lose
And do you ever ask the question
If she’s all part of the plan?
Or if you’d be better off
With someone who understands
I know something she don’t know
When you break down where you go
Why those tabs come off your cans
And Skynyrd stays on your FM
I know, you know
It just don’t make sense
If she don’t get you
Why’s she get you layin’ in her bed?
Oh, yeah
If she don’t get you
Why’s she get you
I know something she don’t know
You still call when you’re alone
Tell me every now and then
You wish she got you like I did
I know, you know
It just don’t make sense (oh, it just don’t make sense)
If she don’t get you
Why’s she get you layin in her bed?
If she don’t get you
Why’s she get you layin in her bed? (If she don’t get you)
(Why’s she get you)
Ah
(If she don’t get you)
(Why’s she get you)
