Tekster: Cash O'Riley. Get Lucky, Break Down Or Die. Shy Girl.

She gonna lay in the bed that I made
She'll be there for seven days
I'm gonna give her the feeling that I get
When I see he battin' eyes I could never forget
I'll pull the covers up and over our heads
And when the first day's done she'll think it's been six

She gonna ride in the car that I buy
When the backseats bruised I might let her drive
She likes go real fast then cruise real slow
When the tires fall flat she begs to blow
I pull to the side and let her raise the jack
She digs my lugnuts, Baby and that's a fact

She's not a shy girl
She'll scream it if she wants you to know
Oh why oh why girl