Country Singer

Says he's a born again, Godly man

But the Devil is his biggest fan

A joke, from a country song trope

The only line that he’s walking

Is to the bar and back again

My heart’s broke, with this country song trope

Trucks, beer and football

Thinks he’s all a woman could need

But I ain't never gonna write you no "Jolene"

I won't plead, lose sleep, just gonna make you leave

I’m not the kinda girl who’s gonna key your car

I’ll just go downtown and gossip in your favourite bar

Lord knows, I won't date a coun-try singer

His biggest hit on radio

Was for a busty little blonde he cheated on

There's no hope, for that country song trope

He thinks misogyny’s a French three-way

Or cutting his beard would make him gay

Can’t cope, for this country song trope

Trucks, beer and football

Thinks he's all a woman could need

Oh please

I ain't never gonna write you no "Jolene"

I won't plead, lose sleep, just gonna make you leave

I'm not the kinda girl who's gonna key your car

I’ll just go downtown and gossip in your favourite bar

Lord knows, I won't date a coun-try singer

He’s a washed up used-to-be, still wants to be a star

Damn he’s wishing he could be like Tim McGraw

Can never keep a girl, even his dog, it ran away

I learned my lesson yeah, he's never gonna change

Alright, bring it home

I'm never gonna write you no "Jolene"

I won't plead, lose sleep, just gonna make you leave

I’m not the kinda girl who’s gonna key your car

I’ll just go downtown and gossip in your favourite bar

Lord knows, I won't date a country singer

The Lord knows I won't date a country singer