Work On Me

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh [Verse 1] Well, I heard you from across the bar Over clinkin' glasses like a work of art I'm a sucker for an accent from somewhere far Can ya blame me? I'm a California girl with a Southern heart [Pre-Chorus] And I don't know your first or your last name, baby If you're going home to a hometown lady The way you grip the can I can tell you're just my type You like, you like [Chorus] Workin' with your hands 'til they're covered in grease Fixin' up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat Something dirty on my mind and you got dirt on your jeans Well I'm a little broken, baby Could you work on me? Could you work on me? Ah, yeah [Verse 2] Well, my heart's been through the mud A couple assholes before you kinda fuck 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Workin' with your hands 'til they're covered in grease Fixin' up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat Something dirty on my mind and you got dirt on your jeans Well, I'm a little broken, baby Could you work on— A body needing something to make it feel brand new? I'm a couple shots deep and a couple screws loose Something dirty on my mind and you got dirt on your jeans Well, I'm a lil' broken, baby Could you work on me? [Post-Chorus] Could you work on me? Mm Could you work on me? No, no I'm a little broken, baby Could you work on me?