[Intro]
Somebody crack a window, somebody ring the bell
I walked in five minutes ago and I can already tell
Boots by the cooler, denim on the chair
One little spark in this room and we’re gonna lose the air
[Verse 1]
You brought your cousin, I brought my crew
The porch was packed before the night was through
There’s a belt buckle stuck in the ceiling fan
And somebody’s line-dancing on an empty can
The barbecue smoke got nowhere to go
The speaker’s coughing out a low-end blow
Grandma’s waving a dish towel, fanning the room
While the fiddle and the guitar make the walls go boom
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t blame the boots, don’t blame the beer
Blame every wild one who got invited here
[Chorus]
It smells like slut in here, honey, loud and clear
Too much perfume, too much trouble, too many bad ideas
It smells like slut in here, so raise your glass and cheer
If innocence walked through that door, it disappeared this year
[Post-Chorus]
Ha! Open that window!
Kick up the dust!
Guitars on the left, guitars on the right—
Everybody make a fuss!
[Verse 2]
There’s lipstick on a horseshoe, glitter on the floor
A stranger’s hat is hanging from the bathroom door
The bartender’s laughing, the DJ’s gone rogue
A steel-string angel just challenged a six-string rogue
Left guitar says, “Easy, darling, keep it sweet and slow”
Right guitar answers, “Honey, watch me steal the show”
They trade hot licks over a backroad groove
While the bass drops hard enough to shake the boots loose
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t blame the heat, don’t blame the beer
Blame every bad decision getting louder in here
[Chorus]
It smells like slut in here, honey, loud and clear
Too much perfume, too much trouble, too many bad ideas
It smells like slut in here, so raise your glass and cheer
If innocence walked through that door, it disappeared this year
[Bridge]
Mama said, “Girl, keep your name clean”
I said, “Mama, you should see this scene”
Auntie’s doing cartwheels by the old jukebox
The county line is shaking when the dubstep knocks
[Drop]
Smells like—
Slut in here!
Turn it up!
Smells like—
Slut in here!
Shake the truck!
Left side, right side, guitars collide
Raspy little angels with a devilish stride
[Final Chorus]
It smells like slut in here, honey, loud and clear
Too much perfume, too much trouble, too many bad ideas
It smells like slut in here, but nobody’s leaving, dear
We came to make a memory that folks will talk about for years
[Outro]
Somebody crack a window, somebody sweep the floor
Then lock that honky-tonk up—we’ll be back for more