Runnin' wild and solo Just as fast as thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man she knows it She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now She ain't into wine and dinin' Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty Turnin' this

Mine, all mine, all mine Shes my radio turned up to 11 Shes my country song that I just gotta sing along to So fine, so fine, like the finest wine Shes my blue-eyed dream, my summer queen I cant believe shes mine, all mine Whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh I'm a

She DTF cause she's down to feel That aromatic, now unlock it baby this is for real Are you a freak, or what? I'm just a squirrel tryna get a nut You crack me up Are you a freak? So am I So could we see eye to eye? Why don't you swing, swing side to

Yeah, she's closer to the bottom but she's headed for the top. She's got a dream to be a star dressed in black like Johnny Cash, She likes to play, she loves to rock! With a pink guitar. She saw it in the window, just a callin' out her name. She mowed

'Cause she's just like the weather, can't hold her together Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow 'Cause it's burning through the bloodline It's cutting down the family tree Growing in the landscape, darling, in between you and me She can't

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

Around the Cutty Sark Two in the morning, dry-dock town The river rolls in the night Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down She quivers in the wind and the light Yeah, and a sailing ship is just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just

Girl, girl, girl, girl Dear diary, it's happenin' again This energy, like I'm 'bout to win I just close my eyes and visions appear She's everything I want, and it's crystal clear Not even Marilyn Monroe Who Cleopatra please Not even Joan of Arc That

How could you do it? She's in it just to win it Don't trust her for a minute It's like a cheap thriller She's such a ladykiller Baby it's not alright The second that you turn your back she'll be outta sight Baby she'll break your heart

Fools on parade That you would rather be beside than in front of The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along Fools on parade cavort and carry on For waiting eyes But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the