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...
[Chorus:]
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 radieo
[Chorus x2]
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
