Album Cover Most Wanted Man

Most Wanted Man

Lucy Dacus

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[Intro]

I never thought I'd see you looking at me this way

Almost vulgar and out of place

Like seeing the moon in the day

I find it hard not to look away

Hard to believe it's the same face

I saw twisted in anger

I thought you’d hate me forever

[Verse 1]

Now I feel your hand under the table, a

At the fancy restaurant

Gripping on my inner thigh

Like if you don’t I’m gonna run

But I’m not going anywhere

Least not anywhere you’re not

Got me wrapped around your finger

Tied in a double knot

[Pre-Chorus]

Just like our legs all double knotted

In the morning at the Ritz

$700 dollar room still drinking coffee from the Keurig

We're soaking up the luxuries on someone else's dime

Living the dream before we fully pass our prime

[Chorus]

And when we do

I'll have time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

[Verse 2]

Sitting on the kitchen counter

Counting bug bites on your thighs

Just another southern summer

Sweating bullets in the highs

Watermelon dripping down your chin

Laughing 'til you cry

Sweetest tears I ever tasted

Kissing salt out of your eyes

I've been circumventing your pet peeves

Bending over backwards every time that you say please

I just wanna make you happy

Will you let me spend a lifetime trying?

[Chorus: Dacus & Baker]

And if you do

I'll have time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Finally time to write the book on you

[Verse 3]

I still believe in God sometimes

It always takes me by surprise

To catch myself in the middle of praying

But I thank God for you

When I don't know what else to do

Don't know where the words go but I still say ‘em

[Bridge]

If it's not God, it's Fate

If it's not Fate, it’s Chance

If it's my chance I'm gonna take it

Cause who gets the chance

Like the one that I have?

To catch the most wanted man in West Tennessee

[Outro]

If you let me write the book

Open the heart and take a look

I promise anything you give me

Is something I will keep

We can burn it when it’s done

Soot and cinder in the sun

Nothing left for anyone to read and weep