Scotty Mccreery Why She Gotta Be Like That Lyrics

[Verse 1: Scotty McCreery]
Got a party at eight, it's seven fifty-three
Keys in my hands, somewhere to be
And she comes strolling down the stairs
She got that up to something look on her face
Looks like we gon' be fashionably late
But she don't seem to care, so

[Pre-Chorus: Scotty McCreery]
I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me
She leans her back against the wall
When we walk in and it's past ten
I'ma tell 'em it's her fault
[Chorus: Scotty McCreery]
Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans
Hair down and a white tank top
Tell me why she gotta be so mean
Looking so good, I can't stop
My hands from touching her body
You know I love it but I got to ask
Tell me why, tell me why Tell me why she gotta be like that
Mhh

[Verse 2: Gusi]

[Chorus: Gusi]

[Pre-Chorus: Scotty McCreery]
I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me
She leans her back against the wall
When we walk in and it's past ten
I'ma tell 'em it's her fault

[Chorus: Scotty McCreery & Gusi]
Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans
[?]
Tell me why she gotta be so mean
[?]
I can't stop my hands from touching her body
[?]
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why she gotta be like that
Oh-oh
Why she gotta be like that
Why she gotta be like that
Tell me why, tell me why
Dime, dime, dime por qué
Tell me why, tell me why