I'm Yours

Any other guy might pour the liquor
Show a stubborn side, say to hell with her
But not this guy, nah, I've seen bigger fights

And another guy might get to blowin' up your phone
Lose his mind like you're good as gone
But after all this time, I can damn near read your mind

'Cause baby I'm the guy in the picture on your phone screen
When you're ready I'm ready baby call me
Front porch lights on, girl just come home
Got your 'Let It Go' vinyl down low

We'll have a glass of red, that malbec that you like
I'll carry you to our bed, lay you down right
Stare them demons in the eye, call a truce and end this war
I'm not just any other guy
Baby I'm yours

'Cause another guy, could have his chevy shined up
For Friday night pickup lines, memorized to try his luck
And catch those eyes, in those neon lights

But baby I'm the guy in the picture on your phone screen
When you're ready I'm ready baby call me
Front porch lights on, girl just come home
Got your 'Let It Go' vinyl down low

We'll have a glass o' red, that malbec that you like
I'll carry you to our bed, lay you down right
Stare them demons in the eye, call a truce and end this war
I'm not just any other guy
Oh baby I'm yours
Yeah I'm yours

Yeah maybe I'm the guy that drives you crazy
Maybe sometimes you kinda hate me
But I'll be damned if I see you 'round town with any other guy

I'm still the one in the picture on your phone screen
When you're ready I'm ready baby call me
Front porch lights on, girl just come home
Got your 'Let It Go' vinyl down low

We'll have a glass o' red, that malbec that you like
I'll carry you to our bed, lay you down right
Stare them demons in the eye, call a truce and end this war
I'm not just any other guy
Oh baby I'm yours

I'm yours
Oh baby I'm yours
Baby I'm yours