Whiskey Girl

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring a little tattoo
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 the bartender says
"For the lady, what's it gonna be?"
I tell him man

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 Tequila, she needs
Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
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 bandanna tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there
Singin' every song on the radio

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 Tequila, she needs
Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
She's my little whiskey girl
My Ragged on the edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough

No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila, she needs
Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
Oh, she's my little whiskey girl
My Ragged on the edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough