Work On Me

Uh-huh

Well, I heard you from across the bar
Over clinking glasses, like a work of art
I'm a sucker for an accent from somewhere far
Can you blame me? I'm a California girl with a Southern heart

And I don't know your first or your last name, baby
If you're going home to a hometown lady
Way you grip the can, I can tell you're just my type
You like, you like

Workin' with your hands 'til they're covered in grease
Fixin' up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat
Somethin' dirty on my mind, you got dirt on your jeans
Well, I'm a little broken, baby, could you work on me?
Could you work on me? Oh, yeah

Well, my heart's been through the mud
Couple assholes before you kinda fucked me up
What's the worst that can happen from a little fun?
I'm a real smart girl who likes getting a little dumb

I don't need to know your first and last name, baby
If you're going home to a hometown lady
Longhorn on your buckle, I can tell you're just my type
You like, you like

Workin' with your hands 'til they're covered in grease (covered in grease)
Fixin' up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat (Tennessee heat)
Somethin' dirty on my mind, you got dirt on your jeans
I'm a little broken, baby, could you work on

A body needin' somethin', make it feel brand new? (Feel brand new)
I'm a couple shots deep and a couple screws loose (couple screws loose)
Somethin' dirty on my mind, you got dirt on your jeans
Well, I'm a little broken, baby, could you work on me?

Could you work on me? Mm
Could you work on me? Oh, no
I'm a little broken, baby, could you work on me?