Writers: Dylan Conrique, Sam Mackenzie Ellis, Lydia Sutherland
Producer: Jimmy Robbins
Filmed by: Caden Conrique
Edited by: Michael Kessler
Lyrics:
He holds the remote while we’re watching the TV
Got some good jokes but most of ‘em are cheesy
He’s got a little mud on his boots
A little like you
He stops to pet every dog on the sidewalk
He holds every door he’s a master of small talk
Parks his truck in the back of the lot
A little like you
A little like you
If he could he would unhang the moon
A little like you
Pulls me back to the ground when I’m lost in the blue
Yeah I think that you’ll like him
Just give him a second
He’s probably nervous
Scared of the girl he might lose
A little like you
He was raised by good parents
And knows how to use a jack
Likes a cigar and a dirt road driving fast
Lives for a front porch view
A little like you
A little like you
If he could he would unhang the moon
A little like you
Pulls me back to the ground when I’m lost in the blue
Yeah I think that you’ll like him
Just give him a second
He’s probably nervous
Scared of the girl he might lose
A little like you
My heart’s been wired
To set the bar higher
Might be my DNA or how I was raised
But he’ll never be mine if he ain’t
A little like you
If he could he would unhang the moon
A little like you
Pulls me back to the ground when I’m lost in the blue
Yeah I think that you’ll like him
Just give him a second
He’s probably nervous
Scared of the girl he might lose
A little like you