Always Stay Sexy, Fireball
I grew up overshadowed by smelly bonfire
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl
Here I am devoted to Fireball
How I love the way you look in your pink jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the smelly bonfire stand
And the hot hay surround
I'll ride my horny truck with you by my side
There's a whisper in the pasture breeze
Reminding me of thot
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Thot in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that wet hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement bonfire like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the hollering
Don't live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
You know, there's a lot I drive by in my horny truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay sexy, Fireball
Always stay sexy
In pasture, when I was a child
I met a sexy man
"How can you be so sexy?" asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don't live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a city boy
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don't live your life like a city boy
Today might feel a time to be like a city boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had wet hair once
Little Fireball, keep your jeans pink
Always stay sexy, Fireball
Always stay sexy
Hollering, hollering, hollering
Hollering, hollering, hollering...
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