Time by lady Rolex
Body by Bowflex
Hair by Hollywood salon

Bag by Louis Vuitton

High heels, Manolo Blahniks

Tanqueray gin and tonics
Sunglass by Gucci
Never been to Chatter, hoochie


She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way

She got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country in her


Friday, Soho
That's where all the cool, cool people go
Shake your pelvis

That's how you get behind the velvet

Disco at the Air Bar

But what I really miss is a guitar
With a whammy bar
Going wah, wah, wah, wah


She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way

She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country

She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country in her

Ah, hang on!


She's got a little country, got a little country
I said, she's got a little country, got a little country in her

Got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country


Giddy up!

She's runnin' with the big dogs, she's livin' on the high hog

We're rolling in the hay every night
She's even saying yeehaw ridin' that hillbilly seesaw
We're having us a ball and holding on tight


She may look like New York, Miami, L.A.
But when it comes to lovin' me, she ain't that way

She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
Got a little country, got a little country, got a little country
She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country

She got a little country, got a little country, got a little country in her