Count The Beers

Well, the lipstick on this coffee cup ain't Your shade of red. And the perfume on the pillow on your Side of the bed ain't the kind you used To wear. But you said you don't love me, And she said she don't care. She likes the sad songs I play all night Long. She never turns 'em off, Just sings along. She likes the big screen and the home team And won't second-guess my chicken and my baked Beans. It might not be love like our love Was, but girl, that's all right. 'Cause she don't count the beers I drink at Night. She don't make me wanna stay in bed when Monday rolls around. And she don't have that touch that sends me Ten feet off the ground like you used to. Yeah, believe me, man, she's something. But baby, she ain't you. She likes the sad songs I play all night Long. She never turns 'em off, Just sings along. She likes the big screen and the home team And won't second-guess my chicken and my baked Beans. It might not be love like our love Was, but girl, that's all right. Yeah, 'cause she don't count the beers I drink At night. Come She's all that I never thought I'd find. Yeah, but she can't get you off my mind. She likes the sad songs I play all night Long. She never turns 'em off, Just sings along. She likes the big screen and the home team And won't second-guess my chicken and my baked Beans. It might not be love like our love Was, but girl, that's all right. Yeah, 'cause she don't count the beers I drink At night. Yeah, She don't count the beers I drink at night. Oh.