Girl In a Country Song

No country music was harmed in the making of this song

This is only a test

Well, I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet

And it's getting kinda cold in these painted-on cut-off jeans

I hate the way this bikini top chafes

Do I really have to wear it all day? (Yeah, baby)

I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin'

Sayin', "Hey, girl" (Hey, girl)

But you know I ain't listenin'

'Cause I got a name

And to you, it ain't "pretty little thing," "hottie," or "baby"

Yeah, it's driving me red-red-red-red-red-red-redneck crazy

Bein' the girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong?

Like all we're good for is lookin' good for you

And your friends on the weekend, nothin' more

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut, and ride along

And be the girl in a country song

Well, shakin' my moneymaker ain't never made me a dime

And there ain't no sugar for you in this shaker of mine

Tell me one more time, you gotta get you some of that

Sure, I'll slide on over, but you're gonna get slapped, ha

These days, it ain't easy bein' that

Girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong?

Like all we're good for is lookin' good for you

And your friends on the weekend, nothin' more

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut, and ride along

And be the girl in a country song

Yep, yep, yeah, baby

Oh no, Conway and George Strait

Never did it this way

Back in the old days

Oh y'all, we ain't a cliche

That ain't no way to treat a lady

Like a girl in a country song

How in the world did it go so wrong?

Like all we're good for is looking good for you

And your friends on the weekend, nothin' more (Woo)

We used to get a little respect

Now we're lucky if we even get

To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut, and ride along

Down some old dirt road we don't even wanna be on

And be the girl in a country song

Yeah, baby

I ain't your tan-legged Juliet

Can I put on some real clothes now?

Oh, no