Song Description
The song is about the characteristics that a young girl likes about her boyfriend that makes him 'her guy'.
His signature are his striped socks.
Song Length |
3:11 |
Genre |
Pop - General |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful |
Subject |
Attracted, Crush |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
You're kinda cute
You tell stupid jokes
You have messy hair
You do facebook pokes
Only wear tee shirts with striped socks
Terrified of spiders
You're a wrestling jock
But you have those dark gray eyes
That stare through mine
Those dirty hands that hold my hand tight
Messy hair that never looks right
And that perfect timid smile
That makes you
That makes you my guy
You hum a lot
You really can't sing
You dance around with two left feet
You play guitar with a broken string
And you love a girl who loves you for everything
But you have those dark gray eyes
That stare through mine
Those dirty hands that hold my hand tight
Messy hair that never looks right
And that perfect timid smile
That makes you
That makes you my guy
Every day wears the same blue jacket
Keeps his chapstick in his pocket
Obsessed with his baseball cap
And never learned how to whistle or snap
Finds it hard to keep still and stay put
Only guy that trips over his own foot
Talks a lot but really shy
And that perfect timid smile
But you have those dark gray eyes
That stare through mine
Those dirty hands that hold my hand tight
Messy hair that never looks right
And that perfect timid smile
That makes you, yea it makes you
And you walk around with one shoe untied
Always saying hello goodbye
And everywhere we go you take that stupid bike
And that perfect timid smile
And that makes you my guy
It makes you my guy
With those dark gray eyes
That makes you my guy
Every day wears the same blue jacket
Keeps his chapstick in his pocket
Obsessed with his baseball cap
And never learned how to whistle or snap
Finds it hard to keep still and stay put
Only guy that trips over his own foot
Talks a lot but really shy
And that perfect timid smile
It makes you, it makes you my guy