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...
She ain't into wine and roses Beer just makes her turn up her nose And, she 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 Ah, but I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 mustang four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio
Whoa she's my little whiskey girl my raggid-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough Yeah, I like 'em rough I like 'em rough