Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
Mark Chesnutt
I'm standin' with somethin' in my hand that don't look too flower like
She slammed the pretty part in the door jam left me and the stems outside
On my way back from fishin' I thought if brought a dozen roses home
She'd smile when I told her there was one for each day that I'd been gone
I tried to think like a woman
Find out where that pretty head was at
I tried to think like a woman
But I don't guess a woman thinks like that
I'm underneath the window with my guitar in the back yard soakin' wet
She poured what I'm afraid might of been toilet water on my head
And I thought when she heard this song I wrote her on my way back into town
It would cool her off but it appears it worked the other way around
I tried to think like a woman
Find out where her pretty head was at
I tried to think like a woman
But I don't guess a woman thinks like that
I'm just gettin' comfortable in the dog house
When she pulls the curtains and I see her peakin' out
Well I lay here lookin' sad a while
Sufer some and then she smiles
It's all slowly dawnin' on me now
Tried to think like a woman
Where she wanted me was right where I was at
I tried to think like a woman
If I was sweet thought she'd cut me some slack
Oh, but I don't think a woman thinks like that
I know she don't