| Don’t my baby look good in them blue jeans?
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| Tight on the top with a belly button ring
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| A little tatoo somewhere in between
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| She only shows to me Hey we’re going out dancin’she’s ready tonight
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| So damn good-lookin'boys it ain’t even right
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| And when bar tender says for the lady
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| what’s it gonna be?
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| I tell him man…
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| She ain’t into wine and roses
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| Beer just makes her turn up her nose
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| And, she can’t stand the thought of sippin’champagne
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| No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
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| Just ain’t enough good burn in taquilla
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| She needs somethin’with a little more edge and a little more pain
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| She’s my little whiskey Girl
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| My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
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| Ah, but I like 'em rough
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| Baby got a '69 mustang
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| four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring
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| I jump behind the wheel and it’s away we go Hey, I drive too fast, but she don’t care
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| Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
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| Just sittin’there singin’every song on the radio
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| Whoa she’s my little whiskey girl
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| my raggid-on-the-edges girl
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| Ah, but I like 'em rough
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| Yeah, I like 'em rough
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| I like 'em rough |