She walks around late at night   In my old Allman Brother's T-shirt   And not much else      There's a hint of her perfume   In the air, she lets her hair dry   All by itself      Then she shits down next to me   Paints her toes   Asks me why I'm staring      She knows what she does to me   All the little things set fire to my soul   And I love that girl and I go out of my way   To find a way every day, to make sure she knows      I might call to say, "How's your day?"   Or stop off at the Chevrom   And buy a rose      I might save a little cash from my check   And get that dress   She thought she'd have to sew      I'll make her a card   And scratch out words   And still not get it right      She knows what she does to me   All the little things set fire to my soul   And I love that girl and I go out of my way   To find a way every day, to make sure she knows      She knows what she does to me   All the little things set fire to my soul   And I love that girl and I go out of my way   To find a way every day, to make sure   To make damn sure she knows