[Verse]
Rolled up on the scene, boots dusted from the grind,
Cowgirl hat tilted, swagger one of a kind.
She too pretty, but I got her spinning unrefined,
Lipstick smeared, mascara trails—our stars aligned.
[Chorus]
Whisky breath, she laughing, hair tangled in a fight,
Body shaking wild, she ain't made for polite.
Sidesteppin' in her boots like a broken neon light,
Dirty south chaos, tearing up the night.
[Verse 2]
Knee-high boots, but she walking sideways,
Raw silhouette in these cowboy highways.
Lines of smudge paint her cheeks, no paraphrase,
Michael J. Fox quiver, uncontrollable phase.
[Bridge]
This ain't romance at dawn, it's the midnight glow,
Busted stocking rhythm where the outlaws flow.
Smeared lips left marks on my collar down low,
How it started? With a glance, now we running the show.
[Chorus]
Whisky breath, she laughing, hair tangled in a fight,
Body shaking wild, she ain't made for polite.
Sidesteppin' in her boots like a broken neon light,
Dirty south chaos, tearing up the night.
[Verse 3]
Metal spurs glint, little outlaw queen,
She a canvas of chaos, picture painted obscene.
Down dirt roads, she unravels her pristine,
Underneath the stars, where heaven feels mean.