you're a princess in a tiara
i'm a rebel girl in boots
you're gated community living
i'm wrong side of the tracks
you're champagne and caviar
i'm hot dogs and cold beer
you're debutante cotillion
i'm tail gate beerfest
you're import luxury car
i'm domestic pick-up truck
you're a polite round of applause
i'm a "Hell Yeah!" rebel yell
you're chauffeured limousine
i've been around the block
you live high on your hill
i live hand to mouth
if you get low in your high life
you pay a hundred bucks an hour to talk to a shrink
when i want to get high with the low lifes
i borrow twenty bucks and get drunk with friends
you and your tower, so sterile, so squeaky clean
must need a lot of buffing to stay so pristine
some boys may decide you're worth all that work
most of them though
prefer the more down to earth
they like to get messed up and play in the mud
most boys would rather get their hands dirty
from touching dirty girls like me
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