(Chris DuBois/Brad Paisley)      Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard   That pretty mouth say that dirty word   And I can't even remember now   What she backed my truck into   But she covered her mouth and her face got red   And she just looked so darn cute   That I couldn't even act like I was mad.   Yeah, I live for little moments like that.      That's like just last year on my birthday   She lost all track of time and burnt the cake   And every smoke detector in the house was going off   And she was just about to cry until I took her in my arms   And I tried not to let her see me laugh.   Yeah, I live for little moments like that.      I know she's not perfect   But she tries so hard for me   And I thank God that she isn't   'Cause how boring would that be   It's the little imperfections   It's the sudden change of plans   When she misreads the directions   And we're lost but holding hands.   Yeah, I live for little moments like that.      --- Instrumental ---      When she's laying on my shoulder    On the sofa in the dark   And about the time she falls asleep   So does my right arm   And I want so bad to move it   'Cause it's tingling and it's numb   She looks so much like an angel   That I don't want to wake her up.   Yeah, I live for little moments.      When she steals my heart again   And doesn't even know it.   Yeah, I live for little moments like that...