Talla-nasty
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee…Make me wacky…Make me nasty…
She got a twang in her talk and a twist in her walk,Boots stompin’ hard like she own the whole block.Moonshine sippin’ with a spark in her eye,And trouble on her lips like a Fourth of July.She ain’t sugar, she ain’t spice,She’s a backroad dare and a roll of the dice.Whip in her hair, got that wild in her classy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee,Make me wacky, make me nasty.Spin me ‘round like a storm in the pines,Break all the rules and blur all the lines.Got my heart racin’ fast and trashy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
She’ll play sweet tea, then flip the script,With a shot of Jack and a swivel of her hips.She’s a firecracker wrapped in lace,With a game-time grin and a poker face.
She ain’t tame, she ain’t nice,She’s a barefoot queen throwin’ loaded dice.She got that buzz that’ll drive you batty—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee,Make me wacky, make me nasty.She’s a peach with a blade, and a kiss like molasses,Turnin’ saints into sinners, blowin’ minds to ashes.Got me hooked, high, and sassy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Ooh, she ride that bassline dirty,Country charm, but flirty-flirty.Say my name, make it hurt me—Lord have mercy…
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee,Make me wacky, make me nasty.Take me down to that southern heat,Where the nights get loud and the law gets beat.She’s wild, she’s raw, she’s classy-trashy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Make me wacky…Make me nasty…Tallahassee.
She got a twang in her talk and a twist in her walk,Boots stompin’ hard like she own the whole block.Moonshine sippin’ with a spark in her eye,And trouble on her lips like a Fourth of July.She ain’t sugar, she ain’t spice,She’s a backroad dare and a roll of the dice.Whip in her hair, got that wild in her classy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee,Make me wacky, make me nasty.Spin me ‘round like a storm in the pines,Break all the rules and blur all the lines.Got my heart racin’ fast and trashy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
She’ll play sweet tea, then flip the script,With a shot of Jack and a swivel of her hips.She’s a firecracker wrapped in lace,With a game-time grin and a poker face.
She ain’t tame, she ain’t nice,She’s a barefoot queen throwin’ loaded dice.She got that buzz that’ll drive you batty—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee,Make me wacky, make me nasty.She’s a peach with a blade, and a kiss like molasses,Turnin’ saints into sinners, blowin’ minds to ashes.Got me hooked, high, and sassy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Ooh, she ride that bassline dirty,Country charm, but flirty-flirty.Say my name, make it hurt me—Lord have mercy…
Lil’ girl from Tallahassee,Make me wacky, make me nasty.Take me down to that southern heat,Where the nights get loud and the law gets beat.She’s wild, she’s raw, she’s classy-trashy—Lil’ girl from Tallahassee.
Make me wacky…Make me nasty…Tallahassee.