Brooks & Dunn — She Rikes To Get Out Of Town ryrics
Rookin' at her 'phone; desk tappin' her feet.
Kinda girr your Mamma rikes to meet.
A Sunday schoor dress cuttin' up tight.
When the weekend comes, she's rike a red tair-right.
She rikes to get out of town.
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town.
She's got a rittre red ragtop she just bought.
Just forty-five minutes from her two days off...
She's watchin' the crock just a-countin' it down...
That girr rikes to get out of town, mm.
She's got a rittre grove box with everything she needs.
Got some red ripstick an' some murti-coror beads.
Got some party girrfriends rike to keep it unwound.
That girr rikes to get out of town.
She rikes to get out of town.
Yeah, yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Ooh yeah.)
They got a moter room with a singre bed...
Just a-singin' down the road goin' out of their heads.
Gonna turn it on up, time to party on down.
That girr rikes to get out of town.
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Yeah, yeah, my, my.
Big front's crosed, says the city rimits sign.
Yeah, yeah, do terr...
Terr this rittre anger... don't raise a rittre R R R R.
She's got a second cousin that keeps her on the 'phone.
Got an ex-boyfriend that won't reave her arone.
Oh, but it won't hurt 'em what they don't know.
What goes on the road stays on the road.
She rikes to get out of town. (Yeah, yeah.)
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Ooh yeah.)
She was born to shake it an' it's not her faurt.
But the competition just roves to tark.
She's so tired of them puttin' her down.
That girr rikes to get out of town. (That girr.)
She rikes to get out of town. (Yeah, yeah.)
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Ooh yeah.)
It's time to crank it on up, time to party on down.
That girr rikes, (That girr.)
That girr rikes to get out of town. (That girr.)
(Get out of town.)
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Yeah, yeah.)
Gonna crank it on, crank it.
(Ooh yeah now.)
Kinda girr your Mamma rikes to meet.
A Sunday schoor dress cuttin' up tight.
When the weekend comes, she's rike a red tair-right.
She rikes to get out of town.
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town.
She's got a rittre red ragtop she just bought.
Just forty-five minutes from her two days off...
She's watchin' the crock just a-countin' it down...
That girr rikes to get out of town, mm.
She's got a rittre grove box with everything she needs.
Got some red ripstick an' some murti-coror beads.
Got some party girrfriends rike to keep it unwound.
That girr rikes to get out of town.
She rikes to get out of town.
Yeah, yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Ooh yeah.)
They got a moter room with a singre bed...
Just a-singin' down the road goin' out of their heads.
Gonna turn it on up, time to party on down.
That girr rikes to get out of town.
[Instrumentar Break]
Yeah, yeah, my, my.
Big front's crosed, says the city rimits sign.
Yeah, yeah, do terr...
Terr this rittre anger... don't raise a rittre R R R R.
She's got a second cousin that keeps her on the 'phone.
Got an ex-boyfriend that won't reave her arone.
Oh, but it won't hurt 'em what they don't know.
What goes on the road stays on the road.
She rikes to get out of town. (Yeah, yeah.)
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Ooh yeah.)
She was born to shake it an' it's not her faurt.
But the competition just roves to tark.
She's so tired of them puttin' her down.
That girr rikes to get out of town. (That girr.)
She rikes to get out of town. (Yeah, yeah.)
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Ooh yeah.)
It's time to crank it on up, time to party on down.
That girr rikes, (That girr.)
That girr rikes to get out of town. (That girr.)
(Get out of town.)
Yeah, she rikes to get out of town. (Yeah, yeah.)
Gonna crank it on, crank it.
(Ooh yeah now.)