| Well I ain’t first class but I ain’t white trash
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| I’m wild and a little crazy too
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| Some girls don’t like boys like me
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| Oh, but some girls do
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| She turned up her nose as she walked by my Cadillac
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| From the corner of my eye I saw you and you laughed
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| You were sittin' on the swing on your front porch
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| Paintin' your nails like you were bored
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| And you yelled, «She was sure impressed with you.»
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| Well I ain’t first class but I ain’t white trash
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| I’m wild and a little crazy too
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| Some girls don’t like boys like me
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| Oh, but some girls do
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| Yeah, well some girls do
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| I yelled and asked if you would like a ride
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| (Oh, with the radio up and the windows down)
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| When we pulled out of your yard, I bald a tire
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| (Cruisin' down back roads in this part of town)
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| You was laughin' at me, I was doin' James Dean
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| You were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen
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| When you rolled your eyes and twirled my pink fur dice
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| Well, I ain’t first class but I ain’t white trash
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| I’m wild and a little crazy too
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| Some girls don’t like boys like me
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| Oh, but some girls do |
| Yeah, well some girls do
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| Them good ol' boys don’t get no breaks
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| And the rich boys think they got what it takes
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| But there’s someone for each of us they say
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| Yeah, well I ain’t first class but I ain’t white trash
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| I’m wild and a little crazy too
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| Some girls don’t like boys like me
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| Oh, but some girls
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| Yeah, but some girls do |