That Look

Words & Music John William Carlson / Mark Bunn ©2019

I came home ’bout a quarter past late
A little buzzin’, a grin on my face
No big deal, just a few with some of the guys
Didn’t think I’d done anything wrong
Hell, I even took an Uber back home
She didn’t say a word but I could read it in her eyes

Chorus

When she shot me that look,
Yeah boys, we’ve all seen it
Y’all know the one I’m talkin’ about
When you get that look

She was out shopping, I was mowing the lawn
I got a drink of water and I checked my phone
She didn’t leave a message so I figured hey, no big deal
But one missed call was all it took her
You’da thought I’d been with a hooker
She walked in the door and man, shit got real

When she shot me that look, yeah boys we’ve all seen it
Y’all know the one I’m talkin’ about
Like we’re up to no good, then we get to thinkin’
We don’t want another night on the couch
It’s an ice cold stare, with a little nostril flare
Feelin’ useless as a telephone book
Mmm mmm mmm…when you get that look

Bridge

Our anniversary’s next Friday night
So I’m pulling a little overtime
Saving up to take her out on the town
I know sometimes she’s hard to please
But that girl’s never stopped loving me
And if I play my cards right, I might get her to come around

And give me that look, yeah boys we’ve all seen it
Y’all know the one I’m talkin’ about
Like it’s about to get good,
Probably be slinging our clothes all over the house
Lower the lights and pull down blind
Treat her the way I should
Mmm mmm mm if I get that look

If I get that look

If I get that look