VERSE 1:

Sometimes my nails match my lips

And my jeans hug my hips
But I don't feel like doing all that right now
He's on his way over

And my hair's in a ponytail holder
And my true colors are coming out


CHORUS:

He better love me when my roots are showing

Or I'll pack up my boots and be going bye-bye-bye-bye-bye
If it's me that he's impressed with
Anything I might be dressed in

Ought to be just fine
If he's the one for me I'll know it
He better love me when my roots are showing


VERSE 2:


If overalls turn him off
If he don't like the way I talk
Well, that's alright with me

I am a product of
My momma, daddy, and the place I love
What he gets is what he sees


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