I Don’t Get That © Smith, Parker, Townley

It was saturday mornin’
Coffee in the kitchen
Beattle’s tee ‘n old ball cap
You were shooting me a grin,
Like last night didn’t end
‘N Said I like the way you look in that
You see every shade of beautiful in me

I don’t get that…
But I’m glad I get that from you
Don’t understand it
But I’m grateful you do
I can be free, you accept me
When I’m diamonds or I’m rust
I don’t get that…

I was at the end of a week gone bad
Way past the end of my rope
You walked in said how you been
I pulled the trigger and let you know
It was World War 3 and you took every bullet from me

I don’t get that…
But I’m glad I get that from you
Don’t understand it
But I’m grateful you do
I can be free, you accept me
When I’m diamonds or I’m rust
I don’t get that…

You’re the sweetest words at the perfect time
Turn the other cheek when I wanna fight
How did I lucky enough to call you mine

(Repeat Chorus 2x)