Truck Girl

We always said ain't nothing in this world
You and me couldn't figure out
So I cranked it up, came down here to work it out
I knew you'd be out here sippin', hangin 'round
Been waiting on you to quit talkin' in the corner with some new guy
Just kinda figured you'd be telling him goodbye
That you'd still be comin' home with me tonight

Why you gettin' in his truck, girl?
Are you really giving up, girl?
Thought you'd be sitting here missin' what we had
And I'd come to this bar and get you back
I don't understand, girl
We had all of these plans, girl
If you're my Sunday shotgun queen
And I'm your whole world
Then why you gettin' in his truck, girl?

You always said that you loved my '94 sunburnt Chevy
Old school cool when you ride around with me
So what's different now?
'Cause I can't seem to figure out

Why you gettin' in his truck, girl?
Are you really giving up, girl?
Thought you'd be sitting here missin' what we had
And I'd come to this bar and get you back
I don't understand, girl
We had all of these plans, girl
If you're my Sunday shotgun queen
And I'm your whole world
Then why you gettin' in his truck, girl?
(Why you gettin' in his truck, girl?)

Why you walkin' out of this bar, hangin' onto his arm?
Why you leaving me standing here, falling apart?
Why you with him, girl?
You're supposed to be my girl

So why you gettin' in his truck, girl?
Are you really giving up, girl?
Thought you'd be sitting here missin' what we had
And I'd come to this bar and get you back
I don't understand, girl
We had all of these plans, girl
If you're my Sunday shotgun queen
And I'm your whole world
Why you gettin' in his truck, girl?

(You're supposed to be my girl)