#she dont

She put on her Independence Day play list. She been itching to ever since she made it. She goes on a good girl little guilt trip. Watching her phone blowing up. Who's gonna take Daddy to the doctor? And Mama to the hair salon? Oh, don't you know you're the oldest? You're the one we're all counting on. But she ain't taking the bait. Dropping her dreams in the offering plate. Where the girls all get married 'cause they'll be showing before too long. And the boys work with their daddies 'til the good Lord calls 'em home. But her fire burns brighter than the end of a lighter where the Circle K kids get stoned. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. Where the girls all get married 'cause they'll be showing before too long. She'd be lying to say it ain't scary. Yeah, but she's a little rolling stone 'Cause her fire burns brighter than the end of a lighter where the Circle K kids get stoned. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. No, she don't. She don't, she don't. No, she don't.

She's staring out her bedroom window thinking about shaking off her halo. Chasing down the end of a rainbow or wherever that dirt road goes. She's afraid if she stays any longer she'll just end up like her mother. Eyes crying blue in a 4Runner in the rearview as the rooster crows. She's made up her mind. She ain't wasting no more time. Where the girls all get married 'cause they'll be showing before too long. And the boys work with their daddies 'til the good Lord calls 'em home. But her fire burns brighter than the end of a lighter where the Circle K kids get stoned. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. That little Bible Belt rebel puts her foot to the pedal. And as the dust settles, she don't. No, she don't.

Bet she doesn’t touch like me