[bad word] out of karma, 
And here's mud in your eye,
I guess it's you,
I'm gonna love you till you die,
I got a candy-coating,
And I’m welled with pride,
I guess it's you,
You're gonna take me for a ride,
I'm gonna make you howl, 
Like a trailer-park wife
On the first day of her new life,
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She's a big, big valley girl,
Got the devil inside her,
Burn a hole
Right through my jeans,
Hotter, than a meth-lab-fire,
She'll change your oil
And kick your tires,
Solder up your frayed wires,
She’ll flush your engine with precision, [bad word] on empty, full powers,
Put tequila into my lime,
Be the liberty of life,
Just chop it up,
I don't need no cook,
Got an interchangeable knife,
Yeah
 
We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you)
I guess it's you who gonna cry,
If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you),
You gonna spread them open wide,
She's a rollin'-pin momma and a rational wife,
Man, it's such an interesting life,
International knife!
 
Hey!
 
Yeah, I know that girl
 
What I might be lacking in class,
Make up for in [bad word] 
Trash talkin’, ridin’, flying,
Down the interstate fast,
With a Virginia Slim
Dancin' throuhg my lips, when I talk,
Got a shotgun rack,
In the back of my [bad word] 
Pull the shift full into first,
It's all ready to burst,
Into second,
Easy neckin',
Go into third,
Into fourth,
Ooh!
Ooh
 
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