She comes from silver spoon,
golden rule, private school
Never missed Sunday church
And I come from blue collar,
Out here where concrete meets
And I don't know what happened
You can bet I thank my maker
Lord, it's a little old piece
When we lay down at night
And I keep on wondering why
She's got a wicked smile,
Like the sun sinking down
Lord, it's a little old piece
When we lay down at night
And I keep on wondering why
Alright, alright, alright
I don't know what happened
And as long as she lets me
she wants me to take her, oh
And it's a little old piece
When we lay down at night
And I keep on wondering why
And I keep on wondering why