My Perfume

Can she smell my perfume on your jacket?

Saw you at the farmers market with your brand new thing
She's cute, she's got bangs, and she's wearing your ring
You got her the good tomatoes, you got her the bread
Bet she doesn't know what I know in your head
Your truck still smells like me, I bet you know
The cup holder's got my lipstick on the rim, you know
I'm not trying anything, I'm just being real
I don't have to do a thing to be the thing you feel

I gave that jacket back
I swear I washed it twice
Guess some things don't wash out
Guess that's kinda nice

Can she smell my perfume on your jacket?
Vanilla and a little bit of trouble
Every time she leans in, there I am
Can she smell my perfume on your jacket?

Oops, oops
Still there, still there

It's still there, it's still there

Oops, oops
Still there, still there

She says, "Babe, you smell nice," and you freeze in place
Try to say it's laundry soap and keep a straight face
Every time you hug her, every time you dance
There's a little bit of me in the pocket of your pants
Don't write me a letter, don't call me on my phone
I'm right there in the fabric when you're getting home
She'll figure it out, or maybe she won't
Either way, I'm still in your coat

I gave that jacket back
I swear I washed it twice
Guess some things don't wash out
Guess that's kinda nice

Can she smell my perfume on your jacket?
Vanilla and a little bit of trouble
Every time she leans in, there I am
Can she smell my perfume on your jacket?

Dry clean it, dry clean it
Throw it in the lake
Burn it in the backyard
It's still there, it's still there
Dry clean it, dry clean it
Honey, it won't break

Can she smell my perfume on your jacket?
Vanilla and a little bit of trouble
Every time she leans in, there I am
Can she smell my perfume on your jacket?

Oops, oops
Still there, still there

Oops, oops

Oops, oops