Twang - Neal McCoy

I like the way she orders just one draw

Sips it all night through a soda straw

I like the way she smiles when I ask her to dance

I love the way it feels when she takes my hand

What really makes my heart start doing it’s thing

Is when she slides up close and talks that twang

She says, give me some sugar when she wants a kiss

That country bent accent is hard to resist

She gets my motor running when she says

How about we drive out in the country and go to town

She’s sure got her own way of putting things

She talks to my heart when she talks that twang

I heard her sweet nothings whispered once or twice

Lots of pretty words, sounded real nice

I thought I just about heard it all

Until I heard, I love you with a drawl, ya’ll

Every word from her sweet lips

Falls slow and easy like her tender kiss

She can read a phone book, make it sing

She talks to my heart when she talks that twang

She says, it’s getting late, could I carry her home?

Later in her drive way, all alone

I ask her for one more kiss goodnight

She reckons and she figures that it be alright

She hops out of my car and says, «See you sweet thing»

She talks to my heart when she talks that twang

I heard her sweet nothings whispered once or twice

Lots of pretty words sounded real nice

I thought I just about heard it all

Until I heard, I love you with a drawl, ya’ll

Every word from her sweet lips

Falls slow and easy like her tender kiss

She can read a phone book, make it sing

She talks to my heart when she talks that twang

She can read a phone book, make it sing

She talks to my heart when she talks that twang

Oh, talk on, girl