His early mornin' attitude: You have to drag him out of bed. Only frosted flakes will do, He gets that from me: Yeah, he gets that from me.

His curly hair and his knobbly knees: The way the sun brings those freckles out. Talk and talk, never miss a beat, Yeah, he gets that from me: He gets that from me.

He looks at me with those big green eyes: He's got me in the palm of his hands, And I swear sometimes it's just like you're here. He smiles that little crooked smile: There's no denying he's your child. Without him I don't know what I'd do: He gets that from you: Oh, he gets that from you.

He melts my heart: tells me he loves me every day. And cracks jokes at the perfect time, Makes me laugh when I want to cry. That boy is everything to me: He gets that from you: He gets that from you.

-Reba McEntire; He Gets That From Me