What Do We Got Here?

She don’t claim to be the perfect one
And I don’t claim to be Sir Lancelot
We ain’t sure when we’re positive
It’s likely that we’ll sit here scratching our heads
She don’t say that she loves me And I don’t send her no flowers
What do we got here?
What do we got here?
We’ve got something I’m not sure of It ain’t likely but I think they call it love
Well I think they call it love
She don’t climb no trees for me And I don’t tell her she should
We don’t sneak around or step on toes
Well we agree that that ain’t good
Everybody thinks I’m crazy
And all her friends tell her to leave me alone