I
Can't believe that we're here
A candlelit dinner and ice-cold beer
The lights down low and my baby He's near
He looks so good that I can't help but stare
There's fireflies in the kitchen
And a sweet southern breeze
As he takes my hand Looks at me
And says "You better believe
You're gonna be my woman
And we're gonna go slow dance
And you ain't got no chance
'Cause you're already in too deep
Girl You're stuck with me"
I can't wait to go back home
When he hears this on the radio
Fireflies in the kitchen
Sweet southern breeze
Fireflies in the kitchen
Sweet southern breeze
Fireflies in the kitchen
Sweet southern breeze
Fireflies in the kitchen
Sweet southern breeze