Hey, kinda like that banjo Crank that stuff up a little Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about The way she looks, the way she walks That southern twang, that dirty talk Rides Harleys, reads Vogue She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes One shake of that hip Could make a puppy dog vicious Mmm, hmm, mmm Rebelicious She'll take Jack over martinis Skinny dippin' over bikinis That hard body, soft smile Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild She likes them tiny little skirts An' the way the preacher's boy blushes Mmm, hmm, mmm Rebelicious She's a long tall, shopping-mall Barbie doll trailer park queen Mouthwaterin' 'bout hotter than Anything I've ever seen She's an outlaw livin', ready an' willin' Sun-tanned redneck, miss hittin' You got a mansion, you drive a vet You wear a Rolex, hell, she ain't impressed She likes deer stands, beer cans Baits are on the hook when she fishes Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Rebelicious Aw, that's what I'm talkin' about man Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck, convertible What is that thing, a sixty-nine? Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see, whoa Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe © NEW SONGS OF SEA GAYLE; CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; DOWN THE HATCH MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com