We do this every night We can get to feeling alright right now Turn it on baby til the sun burns out You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip Don't need no weekend Hands on your hips and do

And that's why I, I, I, I Oh, I love that little girl of mine This little girl of mine Do you know that this little girl of mine Well-a, oh yeah I want you people to know I take her everywhere I go One day I looked at my suit

(Southern girl rock my world) (Hazel eyes and golden curls) (Put on a country song) (Will dance all night long) Kisses sweeter than Tupelo honey Little bit crazy like New Orleans Memphis blue and Daytona sunny Soft as cotton in some cut-off jeans Don't

Is it difficult? If you got something to say Say it to my face Don’t be a little bitch and put up a front Did you really think you could fuck with the evilest rap girl in the whole planet And get away with that? No it doesn’t work like that What a little

A little super dangerous Girl, I was so afraid You said, "you shoulda seen the look on yer face" Just give me the news It can all be lies Exciting over fair or the right thing at the right time Everything is clear Just how you described The way it

She ain't waitin' on twenty-one candles, she ain't missin' not a minute of fun She ain't worried about one day older, pretty little rebel on the run She ain't tryin' to be hard to handle, she gonna do what a girl gonna do She ain't waitin' on twenty-one

Dance for me, dance for me Throw it on the floor for me Yeah come on girl Get your hands in the air Shake it down like you just don't care We can do a little double dare I just wanna see you

Didn't know what I wanted yet I wanna thank you for letting me live in a house Well here's another love song for you When you were a little girl When you were an ocean away from me But you were already listening to The Pixies When we were a little shy

Bloody creature poster girl (Bloody creature poster girl) Make you crawl, make you beg, make you plead Make you want, make you hurt, make you bleed Make you laugh, make you cry, make you need every little slasher Fuck the father's sweetheart, bloody

Joe, Joe, Joe Diffie 1994, Joe Diffie comin' out my radio I'm just a country boy with a farmer's tan So help me girl I'll be your Pick-Up Man How 'bout a night to remember and a fifth of Goose 'Bout to bust out my honky-tonk attitude A little feel good