| There she is leaning so smooth
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| On a grey dodge hood
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| With the wind in her hair
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| Big blue eyes and her worn black boots
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| She’s a trailer park queen
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| She’s the talk of the town
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| She wears he junkyard crown with pride
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| She shines so bright making the sun look pale
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| While she’s sipping a beer and going for a ride
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| Everybody wants her, everybody needs her
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| By the grace of God, have mercy
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| Heartbreaker — Soul shaker
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| She’s got me on a leash
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| But I really don’t care, white trash beauty
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| Heartbreaker — Soul shaker
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| Going so fast I can’t slow down
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| But I really don’t care, white trash beauty
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| I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face
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| Not that I don’t care 'bout what’s inside
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| When she’s cruising down tumbleweed lane
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| High heels, it’s just no easy way out
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| She’s a killer, a thriller, a dinner delight
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| Making the bar flies crazy and starting a fight
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| When the sun’s long gone and the night is here
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| That’s when she’s in her prime and kicking up the gear
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| Everybody wants her, everybody needs her
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| By the grace of God, have mercy
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| Heartbreaker — Soul shaker
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| She’s got me on a leash
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| But I really don’t care, white trash beauty
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| Heartbreaker — Soul shaker
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| Going so fast I can’t slow down
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| But I really don’t care, white trash beauty |