She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my

Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the boss and I'm an old romantic doing favors, don't look good on paper But when she looks behind these eyes, girl I can see the psyche, and baby I like it Yeah, she's the Yeah, she's the, old romantic doing

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught She's a good girl "Forget what you thought 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught" Do do do d-do do do do do do She said to me:

It's crazy but true, it's crazy but true That's, that's my baby I think I finally found a girl I want to rule my world Can't see myself with nobody but you She's got that kind of love that keeps me in a good mood Never wanna leave her you couldn't pay me

Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy She's a good girl, sky blue turquoise Fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit Big block, cruisin' up the blacktop Turnin' up a corn row, scarecrow, farm house, gravel road Comin' for a good girl,

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught She's a good girl "Forget what you thought 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught" Do do do d-do do do do do do She said to me:

You could be that You could be that girl And I can see that good girl gone bad Well I'm looking for a bonnie Lookin' for a p.I.C A 'lil partner in crime come hell or high water she's down she's ridin' with me 'Lil miss watch for blue lights While I

She's harder to handle than you think son You feel safe when you're with her Think twice before you pull the trigger She feels good in your hand from the first little spark But guns shoot bullets and bullets break hearts Heartbreak's a bitch She'll kill

Easy come girl, easy go. Goodbye, farewell, so long, vaya con dios. Good luck, wish you well, take it slow. Says she's had enough of me, I've had enough of her too. I might as well go on and set her free, she's already turned me loose. No fault, no

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my