Mr. Whoever You Are

There's a girl from Back Roads, Tennessee And she works in the factory All day on the line Then she clocks out at five finally There's a bar, the boys treat her like a queen She's the bell of the ball in blue jeans And they all get a turn Just to turn her around the floor And they always want more She says, "Take me for one more song Mr. Whoever You Are Spin me around and pull me in close" And the band slows down "Then let's get the hell out of this bar Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are" They dance and melt to the heat of the song Their bodies feel like they belong And the boys hold on tight Thinking, "I might get lucky tonight" And they're probably right Yeah, they're probably right She says, "Take me for one more song Mr. Whoever You Are Spin me around and pull me in close" And the band slows down "Then let's get the hell out of this bar Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are" They hold onto her waist She falls into the night And she throws back her head She looks up toward the sky And she laughs at all the pretty lights And says, "Take me for one more song Mr. Whoever You Are Spin me around and pull me in close" And the band slows down "Then let's get the hell out of this bar Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are Oh, Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are"