(Turn on the juice, let the damn thing loose)
[Chorus:]
She's a country girl, young and pretty
She walks in the breaths of hip-hop city
She was entertaining in all the right places
Knew half of the night and all of the faces
She's a country girl
If her Daddy could see her now
She's a country girl
He'd never recognize her, little angel
She come from way down south
She talks slow and lazy
When she opens her mouth
You'll see 'em all go crazy
That pink champagne 'll give her a headache
Cheap cocaine but, man won't arrest me
She's a country girl
If her Daddy could see her now
She's a country girl
He'd never recognize her, little angel
[Break:]
[Solo:]
Even in a rock couldn't get enough
She'd call him when the sun was up
In a {payed backs(?)}hell
The bag lady's talkin' to a shoppin' cart
Don't you know the scary part is she saw herself
You know she was a country girl, skinny and pretty
She wanna' see the wealths of the {headdy palman(?)} ci-ty
[Chorus:] (2x)

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