She Don't Like Flowers
She'll leave him in the dust, before he knows it
If she's fighting mad, you'd better bet she'll show it
She won't care much, if he brings daises
If he does, she'll just know that he's plumb crazy
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin', ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
But she don't like flowers
She'll shoot em back, a hollow leg baby
Then she'll turn around, suck it up, and be a total lady
She'll have him, eating' from her hand
That look she gives tells him just where he stands
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin', ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
But she don't like flowers
She'll make you laugh, then make you cry
There ain't nothin' that the girl won't try
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin' ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin', ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
But she don't like flowers
If she's fighting mad, you'd better bet she'll show it
She won't care much, if he brings daises
If he does, she'll just know that he's plumb crazy
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin', ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
But she don't like flowers
She'll shoot em back, a hollow leg baby
Then she'll turn around, suck it up, and be a total lady
She'll have him, eating' from her hand
That look she gives tells him just where he stands
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin', ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
But she don't like flowers
She'll make you laugh, then make you cry
There ain't nothin' that the girl won't try
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin' ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
She don't like flowers or pearls
Not a fancy, frilly, foo foo girl
Blue jean wearin', straight up swearin', ridge runnner
Loves backroads, pickups and cold long necks
A straight up tough girl, what the heck
She might like a lotta things
But she don't like flowers
Credits
Writer(s): Robbie Rhodes
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