I Luv Ya

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