(Kristyn Osborn/Marcus Hummon)
Shedaisy: I sold your Rolex
To buy that gold Versace dress
Rascal Flatts: I set free your whiny French poodle
So you could get your beauty rest
And I did it all for you
I did it all (I did it all) for you
This Christmas (This Christmas)
All your dreams (All your dreams)
Will come true
Rascal Flatts: I put your mother on a greyhound (you did what?)
You always hoped she'd have the chance to see the world-now she can
Shedaisy: I torched your Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues (No, no, no,no)
So I could be your only girl-and now I am
And I did it all for you
I did it all (I did it all) for you
This Christmas (This Christmas)
All your dreams (All your dreams)
Will come true
Shedaisy: How can I forget
All you've done for me
I'll get you yet
Rascal Flatts: This is the season to give
But I can never forgive the damage that you've done
(Damage that you've done)
This must be love
Shedaisy: I sank your bass boat (Not my bass boat, no, no, no)
So you'd have more time to spend with me
Rascal Flatts: I hocked your grandma's diamond earrings (AHHHHH!)
For the down payment on my SUV
Shedaisy: Fully loaded, heated seats, in hunter green-is this for me?
And I did it all for you
I did it all (I did it all) for you
This Christmas (This Christmas)
All your dreams (All your dreams)
Will come true
Ooooh....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 at twang!
She says
Give me some sugar when she wants a kiss
That country bent accent is hard to resist
She get's 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 puttin' things
She talks to my heart
When she talks at twang!
Chorus:
I heard her sweet and nothing's whisper 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 at 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 at twang
Chorus:
I heard her sweet and nothing's whisper 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 at twang!
She can read a phone book
Make it sing
She talks to my heart
When she talks at twang!
Oh, talk at twang! baby