"She Likes To Get Out Of Town" lyrics

Looking at her phone desk, tapping her feet
That kinda girl your mamma likes to meet
That's right, girl
Sunday-school dress buttoned up tight, buttoned up tight
When the weekend come, she like a red tail light

She like to get out of town
She like to get out of town
She got a little red ragtop she just bought
Just forty-five minutes from her two-days off
She watching the clock just counting it down
She like to get out of town
She like to get out of town

She got a little glove box, she's got everything she needs
Got some red lipstick, she got some multi-color beads
Got some party girlfriends that like to keep it unwound
And that girl likes to get out of town

She like to get out of town
Yeah, she like to get out of town
They got a motel room with a single bed
Just a-singing down the road going out of their heads
She gonna shad down road and gonna party on down
She like to get out of town
Get out of town
She like to get out of town

Tell 'em

Yeah, my, my
Big front's closed, says the city limits sign
Yeah, yeah, do tell
Tell this little angel... don't raise a little L L L L

Don't

She got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone
Got an ex-boyfriend that won't leave her alone
Oh, but it won't hurt 'em what they don't know
What goes on the road, stays on the road

She like to get out of town
Yeah, she like to get out of town

She was born to shake it, it ain't her fault
Ain't her fault
But the competition just love to talk
She's so tired of them putting her down
Oh, what's a girl to do, but—?
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She wanna get out of town
She gotta get out of town
She likes to get out of town