Her

That girl walks into a party

Lookin' like a million in a dress from Target

The reason why every head in the whole room turns

That's her

Red light, little white Honda

Strawberry blonde that she got from her mama

Blowin' out the window

Then she's gone in a beautiful blur

That was her

That cheap box wine, she's drinkin' it

Friday night, she's bringin' it

Old school song, she's singin' it

Dust On The Bottle, wrong words, that's her

That lights down, hair down, heart attack

Yeah, that's her, oh, but that

How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger

That's me

Just lucky to be with her

That girl at the concert dancin'

Clappin' with the flip-flops

Feet in the grass, yeah

The only band anyone's watchin' Is one her shirt

That's her

And that girl, the girls wanna hate

All the boys wanna date

They can't, 'cause I ain't

Ever ever gonna give her a reason to leave

'Cause all I need is her

That cheap box wine, she's drinkin' it

Friday night, she's bringin' it

Old school song, she's singin' it

Dust On The Bottle, wrong words, that's her

That lights down, hair down, heart attack

Yeah, that's her, oh, but that

How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger

That's me

Just lucky to be with her

Right here

Her lipstick on the rim of my beer

Even the stars on a night this clear

Ain't fallin' like I'm fallin' for her

That cheap box wine, she's drinkin' it

Friday night, she's bringin' it

Old school song, she's singin' it

Dust On The Bottle, wrong words, that's her

That lights down, hair down, heart attack

Yeah, that's her, oh, but that

How'd I ever meet her? Wrapped around her little finger

That's me

Just lucky to be with her

Yeah, I'm just lucky to be with her

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout that girl

Yeah, that's her