Song Description
A gorgeous mess of a woman....that purely american creation, THE WHITE TRASH GIRL....this is her song....
| Song Length |
3:54 |
Genre |
Rock - General, Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
Lyrics
WHITE TRASH GIRL (3rd person)
Watch her as her hips swing over here
My head is doing donuts, but my heart is thinking clear
That girl, is a bad, bad thing to love
Not rich but she got my back, if push?ll come to shove
She my pretty poor flower patch
She was born at a wrestling match (or met her)
She living out of a suitcase (worn leather and trashy lace)
Make her money of her goddamn beautiful face
Make her money off that pretty, hard luck face
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She got a faded/ tattoo of Johnny Cash
Oxycotin princess with that perfect redneck panache
Whiskey drinking got me thinking she?s so fine
To love her, tell you brother, must be out my godamn mind
She my pretty poor flower patch
She was born at a wrestling match (or met her)
She living out of a suitcase (worn leather and trashy lace)
Make her money of her goddamn beautiful face
Make her money off that pretty, hard luck face
She bad liquor sweet, and she so fine
Got me going out of my mind
Coming out a white trash world
Messed up, sexed up, crazy, perfect girl
BRIDGE
She?s pierced and she?s tattooed, but when she looks at you , man you?ll see
Slapping out bitches, sleeping in ditches with me
My daisy duke rapper and I am her welfare MC
Got love but no money, she my Blue Ribbon honey, we?re free
She my pretty poor flower patch
She was born at a wrestling match (or met her)
She living out of a suitcase (worn leather and trashy lace)
Make her money of her goddamn beautiful face
Make her money off that pretty, hard luck face
She bad liquor sweet, and she so fine
Got me going out of my mind
Coming out a white trash world
Messed up, sexed up, crazy, perfect baby girl