Lyrics
She ain't the kinda girl you wanna cross
She's every bit as hard as she is soft
When she finally slips that armor off, Lord heaven help me
You won't catch a fake smile on her face
She don't need no one she has to chase
Never cared for roses in a vase
She Likes wildflowers in whiskey bottles
She likes dancing on the beach
She likes riding in my Silverado
She likes loving me
She hates throwin' out her old blue jeans
Don't want a bigger diamond on her ring
I swear she just prefers the simple things
She Likes wildflowers in whiskey bottles
She likes dancing on the beach
She likes riding in my Silverado
She likes loving me
She Likes wildflowers in whiskey bottles
She likes dancing barefoot on the beach
She likes riding in my Silverado
She likes loving me yeah, she likes loving me
That girl likes loving me
Written by: Adam Wood, Ken Johnson, Nick Norman
