Lookin' at her phone desk, tappin' her feet
The kinda girl your mama likes to meet
A Sunday school dress buttoned up tight
N/C
She likes to get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
She's got a little ragtop she just bought
Just forty-five minutes from a two day's off
She's a-watchin' the clock just a-countin' it down
That girl likes to get out of town, uh-huh
She's got a little glove box with everything she needs
Got some red lipstick and some Mardi Gras beads
Got some party girlfriends like to keep it unwound
N/C
She likes to get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
They've got a motel room with a single bed
Just a-singin' down the road goin' outta their heads
Gonna turn it on up, time to party on down
That girl likes to get out of town, uh-huh
Yeah yeah, my my
Big fun's close as the city limit sign
Yeah yeah, do tell
Daddy's little angel gonne raise a little hell, well well well well
She's got a second cousin that keeps her on the phone
Got an ex-boyfriend that won't leave her alone
Oh but it won't hurt 'em what they don't know
N/C
She likes to get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
She was born to shake it and it's not her fault
But the competition just loves to talk
She's so tired of them puttin' her down
N/C
She likes to get out of town
Yeah she's likes to get out of town
It's time to crank it on up, time to party on down
N/C
Get out of town
Yeah she likes to get out of town
Gonna crank it on, crank it (oooh yeah)