Ain’t Got a Type

I like tall girls, short girls, skinny and thick,
Blonde hair, brunette, a little country redneck chick,
Little bit classy, in your face nice,
Little attitude with a little bit of spice.

Got that resting bitch face glare,
Caramel, blonde ponytail, fake eyelash stare,
Looks like trouble in the checkout line,
But Lord have mercy! she’s lookin’ so fine!

Hair in a bun and the glasses on tight,
Lookin’ like a teacher on a Tuesday night.
But when them heels hit the hardwood floor,
Buddy, that angel ain’t holy no more.

I like girls that cook, girls that feed,
Girls that say “sit down, baby, I got what you need?”
Short skirts, short shorts, boots and a tan!
Little bit crazy makes a happy man!!

Blonde with a black streak, wild without a care,
Long hair, short hair… no hair if you know where!
Yeah I like what I like, that’s the plan,
If she’s got it! I’m probably a fan

Verse 2
I like girls in trucks, girls in heels
Girls that send me the craziest reels
Girls that laugh when I say dumb stuff
Girls that say “that ain’t right” but stay anyway, tough.

Big ones, small ones, I don’t discriminate,
If she’s got boobs I’m already feelin’ great.
Little bit sweet, little bit mean,
Little bit church, little bit dive bar queen!

If she brings food, buddy I’m sold.
If she brings me a Doctor Pepper, that’s country gold.
If she brings friends just hangin’ around’ ,
Lord I might never leave this town.

I like girls that cook, girls that feed,
Girls that say “sit down, baby, I got what you need?”
Short skirts, short shorts, boots and a tan!
Little bit crazy makes a happy man!!

Southern rock country party song, funny storytelling about crazy women, electric guitars, barroom chant chorus