Ricochet - Daddy's Money lyrics

Can't concentrate on the preacher preachin My attention spans done turned off I want in on that angel singing up there in the choir oh! She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks More laughs than a stack of comic books A wild imagination A college education Add it all up it's a deadly combination She's a good ba** fisher A dynamite kisser Country as a turnip green She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks And look who's looking at me Her second cousin was my third grade teacher I use to cut her grandmaw's gra** Back then she was nothing but knees and elbows Golly did she grow up fast! She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks More laughs than a stack of comic books A wild imagination A college education Add it all up it's a deadly combination She's a good ba** fisher A dynamite kisser Country as a turnip green She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks And look who's looking at me Lord if ya got any miracles handy, Maybe you could grant me one Just let me walk down the aisle and say I do to that angel with the choir robe on She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks Full of laughs and a stack of comic books A wild imagination A college education Add it all up it's a deadly combination She's a good ba** fisher A dianomite kisser Country as a turnip green She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks And look who's looking at me She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks And she's looking at me Yeah!