Well I heard you from across the bar
Over clinkin' glasses
Like a work of art
I'm a sucker for an accent
From somewhere far
Can ya blame me?
I'm a Californian girl with a southern heart
And I don't know your first or your last name, baby
Or if you're going home to a hometown lady
The way you grip the can I can tell that you're just my type
You like, you like
Workin' with your hands
Till they're covered in grease
Fixin' up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat
Something dirty on my mind
And you got dirt on your jeans
Well I'm a lil' broken, baby
Could you work on me?
Could you work on me? Ah, yeah
Well, my heart's been through the mud
A couple assholes before you kinda fucked me up
What's the worst than can happen from a little fun?
I'm a real smart girl who likes getting a little dumb
I don't need to know your first and last name, baby
Or if you're going home to a hometown lady
Longhorn on your buckle, I can tell you're just my type
You like, you like
Workin' with your hands
Till they're covered in grease
Fixin' up your bronco in the Tennessee heat
Something dirty on my mind
And you got dirt on your jeans
Well I'm a lil' broken, baby
Could you work on
A body needing something to make it feel brand new?
I'm a couple shots deep and a couple screws loose
Something dirty on my mind
And you got dirt on your jeans
Well I'm a lil' broken, baby
Could you work on me?
Could you work on me?
Could you work on me?
Well I'm a lil' broken, baby
Could you work on me?
