White Truck Lyrics by The Volunteers
Cool trucker cap
Nice eyes
Shine bright, he stares
Intense brown iris
He drives a white truck
Same height as him
My head’s stuck
I’m almost on my knees
Head to toe
He dresses nice
I ain’t high
Pretty chilled out
I don’t know if it’ll ever happen
But somehow I just like the way he is
Nothing guilty about this pleasure
Never felt this pure, falling for someone
Not much smoother
Nothing’s tailored about this moment
I know you’ll doubt,
And he is hot
Like the sun in July
Nice curly hair
He smiles
Glides with his fin
And I say, “Beer would be nice, yeah”
But he offers a cup of tea instead
Knows how to calm me down, rationally
He’s like a riddle
He’s got me a little
My name on his jacket, but he ain’t mine, yet
Who knows if he ever falls in love
Somehow, head over heels for me
Nothing guilty about this pleasure
Never felt this pure, falling for someone
Not much smoother
Nothing’s tailored about this moment
I know you’ll doubt,
And he is hot
Like the sun in July
Cool trucker cap
Nice eyes
Shine bright, he stares
He drives a white truck
Same height as him
Head to toe
He dresses nice
He drives a white truck
Same height as him
