Girl in a Country Song

("No country music was harmed in the making of this song, this is only a test-t-t.")

Well, I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet

And it's gettin' 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' [whistle]

Sayin', "Hey girl." ("Hey, girl.")

But you know I ain't listenin'

'Cause I got a name

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

Yeah it's drivin' me red-red-red-red-red-red-redneck crazy

[Chorus:]

Bein' the girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong?

Like all we're good for

Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend

Nothing more

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along

And be the girl in a country song

Well, shakin' my moneymaker ain’t ever 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 (Hah!)

These days it ain't easy being that

[Chorus:]

Girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong?

Like all we're good for

Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend

Nothing more

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along

And be the girl in a country song (Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby)

Aww no, Conway and George Strait

Never did it this way

Back in the old days

Aww y'all, we ain't a cliché

That ain't no way

To treat a lady...

[Chorus:]

...like a girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong?

Like all we're good for

Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend

Nothing more

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along

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

And be the girl in a country song

("Yeah, baby, I ain't your tan legged Juliet. Can I put on some real clothes now?")

Aww, no