Chris wall trashy women lyrics
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yeah I like my women
eh I like my women
Well I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style,
yeah my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild.
Mom and Dad had a plan for me;
It was debutantes and symphonies,
But I like my music and I like my women wild.
yeah...I like my women just a little on the trashy side.
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed.
Too much lipstick and too much rouge
gets me excited, leaves me feelin confused.
Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side.
You shoulda seen the looks on the faces of my Dad and Mom
When I showed up at the door with a date for the senior prom.
They said, "Pardon us, son, but that ain't no kid;
That's a cocktail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig".
I said, "I knowit dad aint she cool?,
That's the kind I dig."
I like my women just a little on the trashy side.
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed.
Too much lipstick and too much rouge
gets me excited, leaves me confused.
Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side.
I like them sweet I like em with a heart of gold
yeah I like em brassey I like em wrestlen bold
they say oppisites attract nah I dont agree
I want a woman just as tacky as me
yeah I like my women just a lil on the trashey side
yeah I like my women just a lil on the trashey side
course
Yeah I like my women
And I like them on the trashy side
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