Perfect Storm

Perfect Storm (完美風(fēng)暴) - Brad Paisley

If she was a drink

She'd be a single-barrelled

Bourbon on ice

Smooth with a kick

A chill and a burn all

At the same time

She's Sunday drive meets

High speed chase

She ain't just a song

She's the whole mix tape

She's so complicated

That's the way God made her

Sunshine mixed with

A little hurricane

And she destroys me in that t-shirt

And I love her so much it hurts

I never meant to fall like this

She don't just rain she pours

That girl right there's

The perfect storm

I know how to make her laugh

Or blush or mad at me

But that's OK there ain't no one

More beautiful angry

And she loves just as deep

As she goes when she's down

The highs match the lows

Can't have one without the other

And I love her just the way

God made her

Sunshine mixed with

A little hurricane

And she destroys me in that t-shirt

And I love her so much it hurts

I never meant to fall like this

But she don't just rain she pours

That girl right there's

The perfect storm

She's the girl of a lifetime

A guy like me spends his whole life

Looking for that girl right there's

The perfect storm

Woah-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh

(She destroys me in that t-shirt)