When the love bug bites, and the fire ignites
It seems like, holy shit, your dreams have come true
Everything seems to change, your whole damn world rearrange
Your country angel, blue jean prince, come to you
You're speechless wearin' a goofy grin
Pink lipstick round your smile and smeared on your chin

Bit by the love bug, under your blue gingham skirt
The love bug, down in your jeans, pert alert
You forget who you are, can't find the keys to your car
Feel like you're high on a drug, like someone pulled out the rug
Bit by the love bug, like sex Jim Beam and dessert

When you can't think straight, and you don't wanna wait
Seems like forever since ya got your last text
When your FaceTime fails, and you're chewin' your nails
Obsessed with fingers, lips, and brain-blowin' sex
You're a hot mess in a tropical storm
Or a lifted F150 blowin' its horn

Bit by the love bug, under your blue gingham skirt
The love bug, down in your jeans, pert alert
You forget who you are, can't find the keys to your car
Feel like you're high on a drug, like someone pulled out the rug
Bit by the love bug, like sex Jim Beam and dessert

Fireworks in your eyes, those super-dreamy-ass highs
They make you itch and burn and crave -- raw desire
You're floating way off the ground, new kind of power you've found
No matter what you do, you never get tired
You're a cup of hot honey in the lips of a dream
Or a hotdog with a squirt of sweet cream

Bit by the love bug, under your blue gingham skirt,
The love bug, down in your jeans, pert alert,
You forget who you are, can't find the keys to your car,
Feel like you're high on a drug, like someone pulled out the rug,
Bit by the love bug, like sex Jim Beam and dessert.

You forget who you are, can't find the keys to your car
Feel like you're high on a drug, like someone pulled out the rug
Bit by the love bug, like sex Jim Beam and dessert
The love bug