That girl walks into a party Looking like a million in a dress from Target The reason why every head in the whole room turns That's her Red light little white Honda Strawberry blonde that she got from her mama Blowing out the window then she's gone in a beautiful blur That was her
That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her
That girl at the concert dancing Clapping with her flip-flops, feet in the grass Yeah, the only band anybody's watching is the one on her shirt That's her That girl that girls wanna hate All the boys wanna date They can't 'cause I ain't Never ever gonna give her a reason to leave 'Cause all I need is her
That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her
Right here Her lipstick on the rim of my beer Even the stars of the night this clear Ain't falling like I'm falling for her, yeah
That cheap box wine, she's drinking it Friday night, she's bringing it Old school song, she's singing it Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her That lights down, hair down heart attack Yeah, that's her, oh but that How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger, that's me Just lucky to be with her Yeah, I'm just lucky to be with her I'm talking 'bout that girl Yeah, that's herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
