It’s your bed that we sleep in/It’s your smile up on the wall/It’s your night, it’s your weekend,
from It's Your World lyrics by Tim McGraw
Accepting the second tier status he’s been relegated to since becoming engrossed in a submissive affair, this glam-rock stomper sees McGraw once again show off his bootlicking skills in an ode to the woman who leaves her mark on everything from the air he breathes to the dirt beneath his feet.
