Virago: When I get back, I hope youre gone, because Im sick of looking at you
Let's go (Yeah) [Chorus: Elijah Scott] She's a dust-kickin', beer-drinkin', unforgiven Go-getter, but she cold as Mississippi River She don't play when she dance, won't sweat She's just my kind of woman She like cigarettes in the back of a truck bed Heaven knows she's anything but alright (Get on) A dirt road is the only place she go When she lookin' for a good ol' time That's my kind of woman, yeah That's my kind of woman Man, I like 'em bad, I like 'em petite Real southern gal with a little physique Walked in the bar and I bought her a drink Like, baby, "Come over and holler at me" Couple drinks in and we buzzin' Tryna go get into somethin', girl, is you comin'
As you open your mouth, snap your tongue down to force the smoke out with a short puff of air
Myth: Only adults get cold sores