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That girl walks into a party

Looking like a million in a dress from Target

The reason why every head in the whole room turns

That's her

Red light little white Honda

Strawberry blonde that she got from her mama

Blowing out the window then she's gone in a beautiful blur

That was her

That cheap box wine, she's drinking it

Friday night, she's bringing it

Old school song, she's singing it

Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her

That lights down, hair down heart attack

Yeah, that's her, oh but that

How'd I ever meet her?

Wrapped around her little finger, that's me

Just lucky to be with her

That girl at the concert dancing

Clapping with her flip-flops, feet in the grass

Yeah, the only band anybody's watching is the one on her shirt

That's her

That girl that girls wanna hate

All the boys wanna date

They can't 'cause I ain't

Never ever gonna give her a reason to leave

'Cause all I need is her

That cheap box wine, she's drinking it

Friday night, she's bringing it

Old school song, she's singing it

Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her

That lights down, hair down heart attack

Yeah, that's her, oh but that

How'd I ever meet her?

Wrapped around her little finger, that's me

Just lucky to be with her

Right here

Her lipstick on the rim of my bed

Even the stars of the night this clear

Ain't falling like I'm falling for her, yeah

That cheap box wine, she's drinking it

Friday night, she's bringing it

Old school song, she's singing it

Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her

That lights down, hair down heart attack

Yeah, that's her, oh but that

How'd I ever meet her?

Wrapped around her little finger, that's me

Just lucky to be with her

Yeah, I'm just lucky to be with her

I'm talking 'bout that girl

Yeah, that's her