i luv ya

billy ray cyrus

you wake up

your hair's a mess

you're all legs in my old t-shirt

ah

that's when you look the best

oh

i luv ya

fuzzy slippers

coffee mug

rubbin' your eyes you say don't look

i swear i could eat you up

girl

i luv ya

you don't need no red dress mama

you don't need no big hairdo

a natural born beauty just the way you are

with twenty-two freckles and a rose tattoo

out in the garden in garden gloves

dirt on your cheek

a smile on your face

in the middle of buttercups

baby

i luv ya

you don't need no red dress mama

you don't need no big hairdo

a natural born beauty just the way you are

with twenty-two freckles and a rose tattoo

cindy crawford

she's all right

julia roberts

ah she just ain't my type

you on the couch in them old levis

girl

i luv ya

just what you are

just what i like

god

i luv ya