Written by Blake Mills
C F Summer plays a solo on a saxophone C F Oh you've never seen somebody throw their head so slow C F And I see her cringe your lips and drop an ear that way C F Scratch a dog behind its ear and it might do the same C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F Blue and white racing stripe pick-up truck C F And when did I decide to grow this beard and gut? C F Well, I may be white but I don't like my people much C F But I want to raise with you and watch our young-lings hatch, C F Fucking make the first letters of their first names match C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F Well I'm back into the boring life that I once led C F Stuffing white spread asshole on a sofa bed C F Sometimes I hate myself for trying to be so bold C F But nothing ever seems to get this story told C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F I never tell her when she plays a song I never heard C F Because I always learn the music and forget the words C F But I want to ride with her and I wish I sung that well Em F Just copy, paste, Google search, and send it to myself C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F Hey Lover, hey Lover C F Hey Lover, hey Lover Em F Hey Lover, hey Lover