Dear Mrs. Underwood

I blame it on the first time that she sang to me, across my living room

It sounded like an angel landed in my TV, singin' a country tune

With every passing week I watched her slip away, embraced by a jealous world

And so I wrote a letter to, the one who best knew my girl

And I said Dear Mrs. Underwood, don't you think you maybe could

Make another like Carrie

She sings like a nightingale, puts the wind back in my sails

We were meant to be

But now she's a superstar, gonna travel wide and far

We'll probably never meet

So please Mrs. Underwood don't you think you maybe could