Letra da Música Gettin’ You Home Chris Young

Tuxedo waiters, black tie
White table clothes and red wine
We've been planning, this night
Looking forward to it, for some time
Now honey I know you love getting dressed up
And you know I love showing you off
But watching your baby blue eyes
Dancing in the candle light glow
All I can think about, is getting you homeWalking through the front door
Seeing your black dress hit the floor
Uh honey there sure ain't nothing
Like you loving me all night long
And all I can think about is getting you homeI don't need this menu, no I don't
I already know just what I want
Did I hear you right, did you tell me
Go pay the waiter and lets leave
Now honey I know by that look in your eyes
And your hand drawing hearts on mine
That our night out of the house, ain't gonna last too long
When all you can think about, is getting me homeWalking through the front door
Seeing your black dress hit the floor
Uh honey there sure ain't nothing
Like you loving me all night long
And all I can think about is getting you homeWalking through the front door
Seeing your black dress hit the floor
Uh honey there sure ain't nothing like you loving me
All night long
And all I can think about, all I can think about
All I can think about, is getting you home

Composição: Chris Young / Cory Batten / Kent Blazy.