Production: Start with a catchy dirty electric guitar riff, boot stomps, hand claps, and subtle steel guitar to hook listeners. Keep the verses stripped back with palm-muted guitars, bass, and kick so the lyrics and punchlines shine. Build the pre-chorus using tambourine, rising harmonies, and open guitars. Let the chorus explode with driving drums, crunchy electric guitars, steel fills, layered harmonies, and gang vocals. Drop the instruments briefly before the last line of each chorus for emphasis, then slam the full band back in. Strip the bridge to acoustic guitar, bass, and steel before building into the biggest final chorus. End with a simple acoustic outro and steel guitar fading on the final line.
Verse 1
You looked like a ten in that old Chevrolet,
Talked about workin’ hard and gettin’ paid.
By the second date I knew the truth…
Your Xbox worked harder than you.
Still waitin’ on that job to call,
But you’ve got time to game all day long.
If Xbox cut paychecks…
You’d finally bring one home.
Pre-Chorus
You want a woman that’ll cheer you on,
While you’re actin’ like you’re twenty-one.
Well, I’ve been there, done all that…
And I ain’t goin’ back.
Chorus
I don’t need perfect, I don’t need rich,
Just somebody who can handle his shit.
I want a grown man, not another child.
I’ve already got kids who need my time.
I ain’t raisin’ another one that’s six-foot-five.
I want forever, not another phase,
Not another boy I gotta raise.
Here’s a little tip before you ask me out…
If you need a second mama, that’s not what I’m about.
Verse 2
You want a high five for takin’ out the trash,
Think one load of laundry deserves a pass.
Callin’ your buddies every Friday night,
But can’t remember to text me back “goodnight.”
Need a standing ovation ‘cause you washed one plate…
Like you just saved the day.
Love ain’t about the little things you say…
It’s about showin’ up in every way.
Bridge
A real man’s word oughta mean what he says.
He don’t disappear when life gets a little stressed.
He keeps his promises, pays his own bills…
That’s the kinda love I’m lookin’ to build.
Final Chorus
I don’t need perfect, I don’t need rich,
Just somebody who can handle his shit.
I want a grown man, not another child.
I’ve already got kids who need my time.
I ain’t raisin’ another one that’s six-foot-five.
I want forever, not another phase,
Not another boy I gotta raise.
Here’s a little tip before you ask me out…
If you need a second mama, that’s not what I’m about.
Outro
I can pack lunches, kiss scraped knees,
Help with homework and ABCs.
But if you’re old enough to grow a beard…
You’re old enough to act like you’re here.
‘Cause I’m lookin’ for forever, not another chore…
So leave your little boy ways at your mama’s door.
