Song I love ...

You got your feet squeezed into heels that hurt'

Cause they go with the job and they go with the skirt

And you got to look good when you're out there climbin' ladders

You go above and beyond and then way beyond that

You do it all yeah, you wear every hat

Hopin' someone that matters will realize you matter

But all that really matters is it's Friday

And the sun is shining over my way.

Toss your heels in the backseat

Drive home in your bare feet

Throw in that Van Morrison CD

Chip away little by little 'til you find your groove

I'll pick up some take-out

We can just hang out Levi's and wine, blankets and lights down

Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you

When you're with me

You got nothing to prove.

I can listen all night if you want to talk

Or we can lay here and say nothing at all

I already know who you are and that I love you

So baby take a long deep breath and exhale'

Cause all you got to be tonight is yourself.

Toss your heels in the backseat

Drive home in your bare feet

Throw in that Van Morrison CD

Chip away little by little 'til you find your groove

I'll pick up some take-out

We can just hang out Levi's and wine, blankets and lights down

Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you

When you're with me

Girl you got nothing to prove

You got nothing to prove.

I'll pick up some take-out

We can just hang out Levi's and wine, blankets and lights down

Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you

When you're with me

You got nothing to prove

When we're together

You got nothing to prove.

Oh, you got nothing to prove

You got nothing to prove

You got nothing to prove...

Nothing to Prove - Lonestar

From the album Mountains

(Jim Collins/Wendell Mobley)