Lyrics
Had them dressed in their Sunday best callin me dirty words.
Had a few drive bys shootin me the bird.
Night stalking me, callin my phone blowing up.
Going all Carrie Underwood on my truck.
They get crazy and mean, and everything in between.
You can't blame no one else, when you brought it all on yourself.
Don't tick her off, break her heart, tell her lies.
Don't feed her any lipstick alibis.
Ain't nothing she can't see through, no tellin what she might do.
Maybe get half drunk, half wild and wanna fight.
Keep yelling at you cussin at you all night.
Hell bent on tearin you somthing new.
When she goes all country on you.
Had to burn my clothes in a barrel in the front yard.
Revenge and then binging up my credit card.
Post pictures of me naked with my ink showing though.
In the places no one knew there were tatoos.
Don't tick her off, break her heart, tell her lies.
Don't feed her any lipstick alibis.
Ain't nothing she can't see through, no tellin what she might do.
Maybe get half drunk, half wild and wanna fight.
Keep yelling at you cussin at you all night.
Hell bent on tearing you somthing new.
When she goes all country on you.
They go out of their head, hell ya they get all red.
You can't blame no one else, when you brought it all on yourself.
Don't tick her off, break her heart, tell her lies.
Don't feed her any lipstick alibis.
Ain't nothing she can't see through, no tellin what she might do.
Maybe get half drunk, half wild and wanna fight.
Keep yelling at you cussin at you all night.
Hell bent on tearing you somthing new.
When she goes all country on you.
Don't tick her off, break her heart, tell her lies.
Don't feed her any lipstick alibis.
Ain't nothing she can't see through, when she goes all country on you.
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Writer(s): Chris Tompkins, Mark Irwin, Joshua Kear
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