Texty: Brad Paisley. Mud On The Tires. Little Moments.

Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into
But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute that I couldn't even act like I was mad

Yeah I live for little moments like that

Well that's like just last year on my birthday
She lost all track of time and burnt the cake
And every smoke detector in the house was going off
She was just about the cry until I took her in my arms
And I tried not to let her see me laugh

Yeah I live for little moments like that

I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank God that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be?
It's the little imperfections, it's the sudden change in plans
When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holding hands

Yeah I live for little moments like that

When she's laying on my shoulder on the sofa in the dark
And about the time she falls asleep, so does my right arm
And I want so bad to move it 'cause it's tingling and it's numb
But she looks so much like an angel that I don't wanna wake her up

Yeah I live for little moments
When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it
Yeah I live for little moments like that