Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tatoo somewhere in between

She only shows to me

Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight

So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right
And when bar tender says for the lady
what's it gonna be?

I tell him man...

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She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne

No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in taquilla
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain

She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough


Baby got a '69 mustang
four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring

I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care


Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio


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Whoa she's my little whiskey girl

my raggid-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough

I like 'em rough