| Calico quilt and muscadine wine | 
| Silver moon, candlelights | 
| Pretty little girl, come here | 
| I want to tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear | 
| Fine Merlot that you had in my yard | 
| A little bit of soul from the stars | 
| Gonna lay you down, make it clear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear | 
| So with a turn of my head and that cotton-red sundress | 
| Sitting cross-legged, bitching 'bout your ex | 
| You’re turnin' me on, when they call last call | 
| You said «let's get out of here» | 
| Little girl, I’ll make it clear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants | 
| to hear | 
| Wanna talk about tomorrow like it’s a real thing | 
| See you when it comes down next spring | 
| Whisper nothings in your ear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear | 
| So with a turn of my head and that cotton-red sundress | 
| Sitting cross-legged, bitching 'bout your ex | 
| You’re turnin' me on, when they call last call | 
| You said «let's get out of here» | 
| Pretty little girl, I’ll make it clear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants | 
| to hear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear | 
| So with a turn of my head and that cotton-red sundress | 
| Sitting cross-legged, bitching 'bout your ex | 
| You’re turnin' me on, when they call last call | 
| You said «let's get out of here» | 
| Pretty little girl, I’ll make it clear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants | 
| to hear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear | 
| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants | 
| to hear |