Most Wanted Man - Lucy Dacus

Lyrics by：Lucy Dacus

Composed by：Lucy Dacus

Produced by：Blake Mills/Lucy Dacus/Collin Pastore/Jake Finch

I never thought I'd see you looking at me this way

Almost vulgar and out of place

Like seeing the moon in the day

I find it hard not to look away

Hard to believe it's the same face

I saw twisted in anger

I thought you'd hate me forever

Now I feel your hand under the table at the fancy restaurant

Gripping on my inner thigh like if you don't I'm gonna run

But I'm not going anywhere least not anywhere you're not

Got me wrapped around your finger tied in a double knot

Just like our legs all double knotted in the morning at the Ritz

700-dollar room still drinking coffee from a Keurig

We're soaking up the luxuries on someone else's dime

Living the dream before we fully pass our prime

And when we do I'll have time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Sitting on the kitchen counter counting bug bites on your thighs

Just another southern summer sweating bullets in the highs

Watermelon drippin' down your chin laughing till you cry

Sweetest tears I ever tasted kissing salt out of your eyes

I'll keep circumventing your pet peeves

Bending over backwards every time that you say please

I just wanna make you happy

Will you let me spend a lifetime trying

And if you do I'll have time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Time to write the book on you

Finally time to write the book on you

I still believe in God sometimes it always takes me by surprise

To catch myself in the middle of praying

But I thank God for you when I don't know what else to do

Don't know where the words go but I still say 'em

If it's not God it's Fate if it's not Fate it's Chance

If it's my chance I'm gonna take it

'Cause who gets the chance like the one that I have

To catch the most wanted man in West Tennessee

If you let me write the book

Open the hood and take a look

I promise anything you give to me is something I will keep

We can burn it when it's done

Soot and cinder in the sun

Nothing left for anyone to read and weep