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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | Whiskey Girl |
| 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...
[Chorus:]
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
Andshe 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
Ahbut I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 mustang
four on the floorand you ought to hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go
HeyI drive too fastbut she don't care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radieo
[Chorus x2]
Whoa she's my little whiskey girl
my raggid-on-the-edges girl
Ahbut I like 'em rough
YeahI like 'em rough
I like 'em rough
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