Whiskey Girl

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tattoo somewhere in between
She only shows to me
Hey we're going out dancin', she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys, it ain't even right
And when bartender says, for the lady
What's it gonna be
I tell him, man
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Quervo Gold margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in taquila
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
She's my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 Mustang
Four on the floor, and you oughtta hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel, and it's away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Quervo Gold margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in taquila
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
She's my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Quervo Gold margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in taquila
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey girl
She's my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Whoa, she's my little whiskey girl
My ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough