Girl In A Country Song

Well, I wish I had some shoes

On my two bare feet

And it's getting kinda cold

In these painted on cut-off jeans

I hate the way this bikini top chafes

Do I really have to wear it all day

Yeah, baby

I hear you over there

On your tailgate whistlin'

Sayin', "Hey, Girl"

But you know I ain't listenin'

'Cause I got a name

And to you, it ain't "pretty little thing",

"Honey", or "baby"

It's driving me red-red-red-red-red-red-redneck crazy

Being the girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong

Like all I'm good for is lookin' good for

You and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck

Keep our mouths shut, and ride along

And be the girl in a country song

Well, shakin' my moneymaker

Ain't never made me a dime

And there ain't no sugar for you

In this shaker of mine

Tell me one more time

You gotta get you some of that

Sure, I'll slide on over

But you're gonna get slapped

Ha, these days, it ain't easy bein' that

Girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong

Like all I'm good for is lookin' good for

You and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck

Keep our mouths shut, and ride along

And be the girl in a country song

Yep, yep, yeah, baby

Aw, naw, Conway and George Strait

Never did it this way

Back in the old days

All y'all, we ain't a cliche

That ain't no way

To treat a lady

Like a girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong

Like all I'm good for is lookin' good for

You and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more

Whoo! We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck

Keep our mouths shut, and ride along

Down some old dirt road we don't even want to be on

And be the girl in a country song

I ain't your tan-legged Juliet!

Can I put on some real clothes now?

Aw, naw

*giggling*