Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She stands at the fridge, door open wide,
Staring like the answers are hid inside.
Pickles or pizza, she can't decide,
And I'm just sittin' there, tryin' not to chide.

[Prechorus]
But love ain't easy, it takes a plan,
And sometimes, darlin', you need a man.

[Chorus]
If you can't even pick supper, how you gonna pick me?
Life's a winding road, not a menu, you see.
I ain't sayin' you're helpless, don't take it that way,
But a little direction might save the day.

[Verse 2]
The waiter’s standin’ there, pen in hand,
She’s flippin’ through the menu like it’s never been planned.
Salad or steak, sweet tea or wine,
And I’m just hopin’ we’ll eat before nine.

[Prechorus]
It’s not about control, it’s lendin’ a hand,
When the choices get heavy, you need a man.

[Chorus]
If you can't even pick supper, how you gonna pick me?
Life’s a wild ride, not a list of entrees, you see.
I ain’t here to boss you, just help steer the way,
When the road gets bumpy, I’ll smooth out the clay.