can't handle a country girl

Got that motor bike and skin head attitude
Lone star state born and raised shop tattoo
Do you feel like a man with those heavy metal bumper stickers?
"A real man loves satan" impresses your posse of dick lickers
But honey, I know all your deep dark secrets

You can't hang with the ladies when it comes to home made Louisiana moonshine
Talk a big game till you vomit like a high school cheerleading bitch cryin'
I know why you wear those leather boots and act so undignified
You take the dominate role only to leave a girl hot and unsatisfied
Honestly, I can fuck myself better then you ever could

You like them red neck ditzy women
Little obedient house wives with a knack for country cookin'
Too bad for you I'm not some stereotype hiding behind a BOYS silhouette
But rather, the kind that cusses like a sailor and chain smokes cigarettes
The submissive role never was my forte

I'm not that bible thumpin' Christian catering to your every whim
But don't worry, I promise not to tell why you refuse to buy Slim Jims
Your entire 'jail house, lightning bolt' persona is a fucking joke
We both know you love being spit on while you're bound and choked
It's hilarious how the moment I sobered up I remembered why I left your sorry ass