Lyrics:
the luckiest guy in the world
'Cause I've got one pearl of a girl
For my baby I work part-time
Down at the neighborhood five-and-dime
Half of my money goes
driveway (road driveway)
Diet Coke can rollin' 'round in her Camry
Wants to be a mama, yeah, she wants to get married
If you look up a "Country girl" in
She's a little old-fashioned
She's a little new way
She's got her own kind of passion
And I'm glad to say
That I'm a lucky guy
She's standin' by
the devil smile and her angel eyes
She got me all hypnotized
And she's hell on heels
That girl needs somebody like me
A real man born with sex degree
I was
an awful lot
For just a three hour tour
Then her mom came in the room
It was kind of embarrassing
She said, "Hey you two, I was once like you
And I
Don't sing love songs
You'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
In her right hand is a silver dagger
She says that I can't be
a little girl
She don't know nothing about this cruel, cruel world"
We lit out down to Florida, we got along alright
One day her brothers came and got
you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her
was my, "Mona Lisa" when we first begun
She got me, "Jump-in' Around" like Everlast
Singin' a, "Rap Life" with help from Tash
She be my, metronome
a silouhette
White gloves and a real long cigarette
What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the devil got you guys by
So I told her go
And walk in the street
But by the time
She got past my feet
I lost control
That house on the hill is long gone
Now she's living in a trailer with an Astroturf lawn
Got three little kids and no one to help
Trying to be
flirt
Here she comes (Here she comes)
With that look in her eye (Here she comes)
She plays around (oh)
With every guy that goes by
Yeah, I know
my gal away
He offered her money, he offered her love
She said thank you sir, but please don't shove
Your big nose in my business
Your big nose in my
flirt
Here she comes (Here she comes)
With that look in her eye (Here she comes)
She plays around (oh)
With every guy that goes by
Yeah, I know
Californi-a
You'd seem 'em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals too
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin' U.S.A.
Well she got her daddy's car
she'd even break a promise in the promised land
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can
a big red pocket
Flyin' high by the time the band comes on
I'm loaded, got a fist full of cash
I'm rollin' just filed her up with gas
I'm goin'
got through
Well, that's when we noticed that we only had one tail-fin
About that time my wife walked out
And I could see in her eyes that she had
finds that I'm not there
And if she catches her sweet thang runnin' around
I know there'll be the devil to pay
She'll come blowin' like a cyclone right
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
Sassy, that's her attitude
Acting like the devil, but when she sings her blues
You know what she's going through
She's brazen, simply amazing
She's
in flames
Shot down in flames
Ain't it a shame
To be shot down in flames
Singles bar, got my eye on a honey
Hanging out everywhere
She
flirt
Here she comes (Here she comes)
With that look in her eye (Here she comes)
She plays around (oh)
With every guy that goes by
Yeah, I know
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