The way she looks, the way she walks;
That southern twang; that dirty talk.
Rides Harley's, reads Vogue.
She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes.
One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious.
Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious.
She'll take Jack over martinis,
Skinny dippin over bikinis.
That hard body, soft smile,
Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild.
She likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy blushes:
Mmm, mmm: rebelicious.
She's a long tall, shopping-mall,
Barbie-doll trailer park queen.
Mouthwaterin,
'Bout hotter than anything I've ever seen.
Instrumental break.
(Ah,)
(Ooh.)
She's an outlaw livin, ready an willin,
Sun-tanned redneck, Paris Hilton.
You got a mansion, you drive a vet.
You wear a Rolex, she ain't impressed.
She like deer stands, beer cans,
Baits her own hook when she fishes:
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious.
Aw, that's what I'm talkin bout man.
Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible.
What is that thing? a sixty-nine?
Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoo.
Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe.
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The way she looks, the way she walks;
That southern twang; that dirty talk.
Rides Harley's, reads Vogue.
She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes.
One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious.
Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious.
She'll take Jack over martinis,
Skinny dippin over bikinis.
That hard body, soft smile,
Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild.
She likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy blushes:
Mmm, mmm: rebelicious.
She's a long tall, shopping-mall,
Barbie-doll trailer park queen.
Mouthwaterin,
'Bout hotter than anything I've ever seen.
Instrumental break.
(Ah,)
(Ooh.)
She's an outlaw livin, ready an willin,
Sun-tanned redneck, Paris Hilton.
You got a mansion, you drive a vet.
You wear a Rolex, she ain't impressed.
She like deer stands, beer cans,
Baits her own hook when she fishes:
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious.
Aw, that's what I'm talkin bout man.
Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible.
What is that thing? a sixty-nine?
Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoo.
Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe.
That southern twang; that dirty talk.
Rides Harley's, reads Vogue.
She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes.
One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious.
Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious.
She'll take Jack over martinis,
Skinny dippin over bikinis.
That hard body, soft smile,
Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild.
She likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy blushes:
Mmm, mmm: rebelicious.
She's a long tall, shopping-mall,
Barbie-doll trailer park queen.
Mouthwaterin,
'Bout hotter than anything I've ever seen.
Instrumental break.
(Ah,)
(Ooh.)
She's an outlaw livin, ready an willin,
Sun-tanned redneck, Paris Hilton.
You got a mansion, you drive a vet.
You wear a Rolex, she ain't impressed.
She like deer stands, beer cans,
Baits her own hook when she fishes:
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious.
Aw, that's what I'm talkin bout man.
Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible.
What is that thing? a sixty-nine?
Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoo.
Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe.
Writer: ROB HATCH, JAMEY JOHNSON, JERROD NIEMANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group