Brooks & Dunn - She Likes Get Out Of Town lyrics

Looking at her phone desk tappin her feet The kind of girl your mama likes to meet A Sunday school dress bu*toned up tight When the weekend comes she's like a red taillight She likes to get outta town Yeah she likes to get outta town Shes got a little red rag top she just bought Just forty-five minutes from her two days off Shes watching the clock just counting it down That girl likes to get outta town Shes got a little glove box with everything she needs Got some red lipstick, and some Mardi Gras beads Got some party girlfriends like to keep it unwound That girl likes to get outta town She likes to get outta town Yeah, she likes to get outta town They've got a motel room with a single bed Just a singing down the road going out of their heads Gonna turn it on up Time to party on down That girl likes to get outta town Yeah yeah my my Big fun's close as the city limit sign Yeah yeah do tell Daddy's little angel gonna raise a little, Well well well well Shes got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone Got an ex-boyfriend that wont leave her alone Oh but it wont hurt em what they don't know What goes on the road Stays on the road She likes to get outta town Yeah she likes to get outta town She was born to shake it and its not her fault But the competition just loves to talk Shes so tired of them putting her down That girl likes to get outta town She likes to get outta town Yeah she likes to get outta town Its time to crank it on up Time to party on down That girl likes to that girl likes to get outta town Gonna crank it gonna crank it