She Likes to Get out of Town

Looking at her phone desk tappin her feet

The kind of girl your mama likes to meet

A Sunday school dress buttoned up tight

When the weekend comes she's like a red taillight

She likes to get outta town

Yeah she likes to get outta town

Shes got a little red rag top she just bought

Just forty-five minutes from her two days off

Shes watching the clock just counting it down

That girl likes to get outta town

Shes got a little glove box with everything she needs

Got some red lipstick, and some Mardi Gras beads

Got some party girlfriends like to keep it unwound

That girl likes to get outta town

She likes to get outta town

Yeah, she likes to get outta town

They've got a motel room with a single bed

Just a singing down the road going out of their heads

Gonna turn it on up

Time to party on down

That girl likes to get outta town

Yeah yeah my my

Big fun's close as the city limit sign

Yeah yeah do tell

Daddy's little angel gonna raise a little,

Well well well well

Shes got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone

Got an ex-boyfriend that wont leave her alone

Oh but it wont hurt em what they don't know

What goes on the road

Stays on the road

She likes to get outta town

Yeah she likes to get outta town

She was born to shake it and its not her fault

But the competition just loves to talk

Shes so tired of them putting her down

That girl likes to get outta town

She likes to get outta town

Yeah she likes to get outta town

Its time to crank it on up

Time to party on down

That girl likes to that girl likes to get outta town

Gonna crank it gonna crank it