Chorus / Description : The song is about the singer's disbelief and gratitude for finding a perfect match in someone who is completely different from them.
I'm a Southern sticks son of a gun
She's a flower girl sitting in the sun
She's a first-class ticket overseas
I'm an F150 parked on the beach, oh
I can't believe she's everything to me
Oh, can somebody please
Tell me
How did I, how did I get somebody like you
To get somebody like me
Oh tell me, how did I, how did I get somebody like you
To get somebody like me
I'ma sleep in late, work all night
She's a coffee cup in the morning light
She wears her heart on her sleeve
I could live inside my head for weeks, oh
I can't believe she's everything to me
Oh, can somebody please
Tell me
How did I, how did I get somebody like you
To get somebody like me
Oh, tell me (Oh, tell me)
How did I, how did I get somebody like you
To get somebody like me