American Eagle ft. Ryan Whyte Maloney Lyrics

Two, three, four

Girl, you fit me like a pair of jeans

On fire like a lighter and some kerosene

You make me fly, you're the wind right there beneath

The very wings that carry me

'Cause when I kissed your lips for the very first time

And my fingertips moved the hair from your eyes

I felt like I never felt before

And I knew right then that I loved you more than

American Eagle boot cut jeans

Sleepin' in on Sunday, gettin' too much sleep

More than the Red Wings on my feet

More than true crime documentaries, yeah

I love you more than all those things combined

More than fried chicken and apple pie

I love you more than this four wheel drive

I couldn't love you any more if I tried

You're the one I fell in love with

The only one that I have fun with

The only one that makes me smile

And calms me down when things get wild

It may take a while, but we make it work

I love you more than my favorite shirt

And the faded blue jeans in these drawers

I truly couldn't love you any more

I love you more than the '04 Pistons

More than the UGGs you got me for Christmas

More than the Air Forces I wore when we met

More than watchin' you walk away in shorts or a dress

And I need you like the desert needs the rain

Like pleasure needs the pain, and that's never gonna change

You and me go together like Hendrix and the haze

Like Kendrick and the stage, like these boots and the denim of these frayed

American Eagle boot cut jeans

Sleepin' in on Sunday, gettin' too much sleep

More than the Red Wings on my feet

More than true crime documentaries, yeah

I love you more than all those things combined

More than fried chicken and apple pie

I love you more than this four wheel drive

I couldn't love you any more if I tried

I love you more than country music and hip-hop

More than you love those videos you watch on TikTok

I love you more than the needle on the vinyl

More than a Sunday mornin' preacher loves the Bible

More than Häagen-Dazs strawberry ice cream

More than car chases, shoot outs, and fight scenes

More than the Nikes that I keep on my feet

More than those tight jeans you wore that entice me

More than a glass of sweet tea when I'm thirsty

More than the numbers and the team on the jersey

I love you more than a hard earned day off

More than that feelin' when my team makes the playoffs

More than a great song that's stuck in your head

More than the color from the sun when it sets

There ain't much I love more than wakin' up in your bed

I love the way that you dress and how you look in those

TikTok leggings and skin tight jeans

Sleepin' in on Sunday, gettin' too much sleep

More than the Nike shoes on my feet

More than Netflix true crime documentaries

More than a Ram truck on a backroad

Friday night, half drunk walkin' back home

More than a cool breeze on a warm day

I couldn't love you any more, babe

I love you more than the end of the work week

More than a can of cold beer when I'm thirsty

I love you more than a fresh cup of coffee

Fresh cut grass and the scent of your laundry

I love you more than all those things combined

More than fried chicken and apple pie

I love you more than this four wheel drive

I couldn't love you any more if I tried