"He Loves Me Like That" by Amanda Stott
(written by Lisa Brokop, Sam Hogin, and Ed Hill)

It ain't rocket science
Ain't pi-R-squared
It's basic mathematics
That'll get you there

I'm talkin' 'bout my baby
And the things he loves
I'm tops on the list
Of his real cool stuff

Like his old shoes, his fishing pole
His five-string guitar he got in Mexico
His daddy's watch, his Cardinals cap
His high school jersey
Yeah, he loves me like that

Got a shopping cart scrape on his Corvette door
Could've been a fight, could've been a war
He could've blown his stack, but he never said a word
No, he'd never trade me for nothin' in this world

Like his old shoes, his fishing pole
His five-string guitar he got in Mexico
His daddy's watch, his Cardinals cap
His high school jersey
Yeah, he loves me like that

Like his old shoes, his fishing pole
That five-string guitar he got in Mexico
His daddy's watch, his Cardinals cap
His high school jersey
Yeah, he loves me like that

The way he loves to sing to the radio
A finger full of chocolate chip cookie dough
Yeah, his shoes, his pole, his watch, his cap
Oh, it's a good thing he loves me like that
It's a real good thing he loves me like that