He leans on a ford mustang
shiny and  painted classy red
He's got his cowboy hat on
and he bows his head

They don't make 'em
like this no more
and I'm not talking
'bout the car

He's got his thumbs in
his front jean pockets
His eyes on my heart

Hardy muscular arms
peek beneath his sleeves

When he glances up
from beneath his hat
I get weak in the knees

thump thump thump
a musical chorus my heart sings
This man could seriously
be the answer
to every lonely girls dreams