Let's Talk About the First Thing That Pops Up

I walked in with my boots clickin' slow, Tight jeans on, Lord, puttin' on a show Boys at the bar tryin' hard not to stare, But honey, I know when I've lit up the air Chalkin' my cue, takin' shots like a pro, Laughin' loud, lettin' that sweet twang flow Then I found him sittin' back by the tap, So I strut right over and slide on his lap Let's talk about the first thing that pops up, When I lean in close and fill up your cup Ain't talkin' trouble, ain't spillin' no tea, Just good ol' sparks between him and me Now sugar, don't blush, don't you lock up Let's talk about the first thing that pops up Now I got my sundae skirt swingin' wide, We're out gettin' goofy on a small-town ride Mini-golf kisses, ice cream on his chin, Laughin' 'til I'm cryin', and we do it again We hop on a goat at the county fair, He's holdin' me close like he don't even care I bend down slow just to grab my cup… Oops—I dropped it… well, look who stood up Let's talk about the first thing that pops up, When I bend that way and the breeze kicks up Ain't tryin' too hard, just lettin' it be, A little sweet tease between him and me So sugar, don't blush, don't you lock up Let's talk about the first thing that pops up Back at the house in my cotton dress, Movin' room to room, makin' cleanin' a mess He's sittin' still while I fold and sway, 'Til I need a hand puttin' stuff away... Said "Hey baby, could you reach that shelf?" He jumped to help like he couldn't help himself And when he stood behind me, close enough I turned around smilin' and said with a puff Let's talk about the first thing that pops up, When the mood is set and the heat's turned up It ain't just love, it ain't just luck It's a southern charm that'll make ya stuck So sugar, come on, don't you lock up Let's talk about the first thing that pops up