She’s standin’ in the street
Weed eatin’ the curb
Cars flyin’ past
Shakin’ my last nerve
Whole front yard
Wide and green
But she picked the one spot
Where the bumpers lean
Get off that white line
Baby
Use that backyard brain
You got a whole lotta lawn
But you’re dancin’ in the lane
I’m yellin’ “Hey
Hey
Hey
You’re not made of steel
Too stubborn to step in the grass
Too close to the car grille
She says “Angle’s better
Right here in the road
I’m seein’ bad headlines
Playin’ in slow-mo
There’s shade on the porch
Soft dirt by the fence
How you this smart
And still this dense?
Get off that white line
Baby
Use that backyard brain
You got a whole lotta lawn
But you’re dancin’ in the lane
I’m yellin’ “Hey
Hey
Hey
You’re not made of steel
Too stubborn to stand in the grass
Too close to the pickup truck grille
No vest on
No fear at all
String slingin’ sparks
While the traffic slows to a crawl
One bad swerve
One glance away
And the curbside job
Turns into a bad day
Get off that white line
Baby
Use that backyard brain
You got a whole lotta lawn
Quit flirtin’ with the lane
I’m yellin’ “Hey
Hey
Hey
You’re not made of steel
Quit fightin’ that curb with your life
Too close to that semi truck grille