She Likes To 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 buttoned 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 ragtop she just bought
just forty-five minutes from her two days off
shes watching the clock just countin 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 singin down the road goin 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 funs close as the city limit sign
yeah yeah do tell
daddys little angel gonna raise a little...
well well well well

shes got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone
got an exboyfriend that wont leave her alone
oh but it wont hurt em what they dont 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 ofthem puttin 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