She’s got five different pairs of Cowgirl boots
A dozen sets of jeans that she squeezes into
Got a body that’ll always leave you beggin’ for more
You’d really love to get her out on the floor
You think you’re going to ask her ’cause you caught a glance
But ever since I met her that girl can’t dance
She’s got her favorite table at the Broken Spoke
Everybody loves her and that ain’t no joke
Sometimes she wears a dress ’cause she likes to twirl
Deep down in her heart she’s still a five year old girl
Her smile will lead you thinkin’ that you stand a chance
But ever since I met her the girl can’t dance
She starts to drinkin’
And she wants to do more
Courage in a bottle
To get her out on the floor
She’s going into rehab
She can’t help herself
But baby can’t two-step
So how’s she gettin’ though twelve
Sign her up and take her to lessons at night
Yet it will get you nowhere just give up the fight
She’s got you thinkin’ you know what you’re into
And her left feet are sticking to the floor like glue
You can stand there and tell her that you’re taking a stance
But you’re changing nothin’ ’cause the girl can’t dance
She starts to drinkin’
And she wants to do more
Courage in a bottle
To get her out on the floor
She’s going into rehab
She can’t help herself
But baby can’t two-step
So how’s she gettin’ though twelve
She’s going into rehab
She can’t help herself
But baby can’t two-step
How’s she gettin’ though twelve
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