Lyrics

[VERSE 1]
PULLED UP IN MY CARMAX COUP DEVILLE, V-8 HUMMING LEAN,
HAD MY BLACK SHADES ON, CLEAN BOOTS, PAIR OF COOL TORN JEANS.
I SAID HEY THERE GIRL, YOU’RE LOOKING FINE, WANT TO CHILL WITH SOME COMPANY?
‘CAUSE IF YOU DO, I’VE GOT A FIFTH OF CROWN, SITTIN’ RIGHT HERE NEXT TO ME.
SHE SAW THE PAINT PEELING OFF THE HOOD AND TRUNK
THEN GAVE ME “ARE-YOU-KIDDING” EYES,
AND IN A DEADPAN DRAWL, WITH HER ARMS CROSSED
SHE SAID, “THAT’S ONE BUTT UGLY RIDE.”

[CHORUS]
SHE SAID, I CAN DEAL WITH LATE NIGHT POKER GAMES,
SMELL OF WHISKEY ON YOUR BREATH.
YOU CAN RAISE SOME HELL, STAY OUT LATE,
SMOKE MY LAST CIGARETTE.
SO IF I SAY YES, YOU GOT TO PROMISE ME,
YOU’LL GO STRAIGHT TO THE BODY SHOP.
TELL THEM TO STRIP THIS BAD BOY DOWN,
AND FIX THAT CHEAP PAINT JOB.

[VERSE 2]
I SAID, “SHE AIN’T PRETTY, BUT SHE’S ALL PAID OFF AND SHE RUNS JUST FINE,”
SURE SHE’S GOT SOME DINGS AND DENTS BUT SHE STARTS UP EVERY TIME.
YOU CAN ROLL YOUR EYES, PLAY HARD TO GET STRUT AROUND WITH A LITTLE SASS,
BUT BABY I’M GOING TO BE A STAR ONE DAYSO WHY NOT TAKE A CHANCE?
SHE SLID HER PHONE IN HER PURSE, FLIPPED HER HAIR AND SAID, “ALRIGHT, LET’S ROLL,”
“BUT IF THIS THING BREAKS DOWN TONIGHT YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR MY UBER HOME.

[CHORUS]
SHE SAID, I CAN DEAL WITH LATE NIGHT POKER GAMES,
SMELL OF WHISKEY ON YOUR BREATH.
AND YOU CAN RAISE SOME HELL, STAY OUT LATE,
SMOKE MY LAST CIGARETTE.
SO IF I SAY YES, YOU GOT TO PROMISE ME,
YOU’LL GO STRAIGHT TO THE BODY SHOP.
TELL THEM TO STRIP THIS BAD BOY DOWN,
AND FIX THAT CHEAP PAINT JOB.

[GUITAR SOLO]


 
[BRIDGE]
SO I SPENT A WAD OF CASH, GOT A BRAND NEW COAT,
NOW SHE’S LOOKING ALL SHINY AND NEW.
AND BY CHANCE I MET A GAL AT THE BODY SHOP,
WHO AIN’T HALF AS FUSSY AS YOU.
SHE SAID DARLIN’, I COULD GIVE A HOOT IF A CAR LOOKS A LITTLE ROUGH,
‘CAUSE IF THE MAN BEHIND THE WHEEL LOVES ME THEN BABY THAT’S ENOUGH.

[CHORUS]
SHE SAID, I CAN DEAL WITH LATE NIGHT POKER GAMES,
SMELL OF WHISKEY ON YOUR BREATH.
YOU CAN RAISE SOME HELL, STAY OUT LATE,
SMOKE MY LAST CIGARETTE.
AND IF YOUR CAR’S TATTOOED,
COLOR FADING, FULL OF BLOTCHY SPOTS.
LONG AS YOU LOVE ME BABY, I DON’T CARE
IF YOUR RIDE HAS A CHEAP PAINT JOB.

[OUTRO] – SPOKEN
JUST ADDS A LITTLE CHARACTER, RIGHT?
SHOWS IT’S LIVED A LOT OF LIFE.
LIKE YOUR BEAT-UP OLD JEANS,
OR YOUR WEATHERED BOOTS THAT FIT JUST RIGHT