I.C.U.

She’s a truck stop angel with the blonde in her hair
Got a piece of California in her rear view mirror
Said I’m her city boy more than her newest toy
She turned to me and said
When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U
And that’s alright
When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U
And that’s OK
She’s a highway Venus and she knows that they stare
But cut my name into the glass of a rest stop mirror
Told me this country’s her world
And it broke me in two
She turned to me and said
When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U
And that’s alright
When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U
And that’s OK
When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U
And that’s alright
When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U
And that’s OK