What Do We Got Here?

She don't claim to be the perfect one
 And I don't claim to be Sir Lancelot
 We ain't sure when we're positive
 It's likely that we'll sit here scratching our heads
 She don't say that she loves me
 And I don't send her no flowers
 What do we got here?
 What do we got here?
 We've got something I'm not sure of
 It ain't likely but I think they call it love
 Well I think they call it love
 She don't climb no trees for me
 And I don't tell her she should
 We don't sneak around or step on toes
 Well we agree that that ain't good
 Everybody thinks I'm crazy
 And all her friends tell her to leave me alone