What Do We Got Here? Lyrics

What Do We Got Here? lyrics

She don't claim to be the perfect one

And I don't claim to be Sir Lancelot

We ain't sure when we're positive



It's likely that we'll sit here scratching our heads

She don't say that she loves me

And I don't send her no flowers



What do we got here?

What do we got here?

We've got something I'm not sure of

It ain't likely but I think they call it love

Well I think they call it love



She don't climb no trees for me

And I don't tell her she should

We don't sneak around or step on toes



Well we agree that that ain't good

Everybody thinks I'm crazy

And all her friends tell her to leave me alone