Trace Corbin should come with a warning label: highly addictive.

“God, those eyes. Take cover, they said, because the storm was here now.”

“You're not a nice boy," she said pointing a finger at him. "Never said I was," …”

“Even though I know it's wrong, you turned my life into a country song and I kee…”

“Damn, the boy could sing. And Lord, those jeans. Oh no. She was becoming a Trac…”