Well she's meaner than my mama
Got a trailer in San Antone
Tries to bribe me with burritos
Saying baby "Please come home"
I want tell you again
Every time I see her naked
I wish that god would strike me blind
Because she's got my daddy's mustache
And her butt looks just like mine
I work my ass off every single day
Gives me the chance to stay the hell away
Get home and shut out the lights
It feels so wrong
It's just gotta be right
Well she was married to a yankee
When they kicked her out of the south
Now she's back down in dixie
With the devil's dick in her mouth
I say spit that thing out
She's meaner than my mama
Most of what I say is true
Yeah she's meaner than my mama
But I still like her better than you
Yes It’s true
I said hey
I need a new woman
Give me someone who don't smell so bad
She don't gotta be good looking
Just a girl who don't get so mad
I work my ass off every single day
Gives me the chance to stay the hell away
Get home and shut out the lights
It feels so wrong It's just gotta be right
compositores: Karen Exley, Blaine Cartwright
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