With your hands in the air 
You look like the girl at the fair 
With the bubbly eyes
Stonewashed shoes pullin' at a rock
But the rock [bad [bad word] up to me and say why are you so skinny
And pretty for a boy
I said thanks for the insult [bad word] You'll never forget my face no more
 [bad word] ]
I can't hardly reach you 
And I know it's getting harder to be you
So I'll be dropping you where nobody knows
City ought to take you
It would take a little second to break you
So I'll be dropping you where nobody knows
I'll be dropping you where nobody knows

Looking pretty keen sittin' on a swing
That don't mean a thing at all
The heels on my feet are barking like a pack of dogs
Sickin' on a 'coon in a stall

Take it for your word
Take it for a ride
Take it for the evening 
Dead or alive
Warming up the car
Packing up as the pilots play