Music: Nick Sagar
Rollin' up in that lifted jeep
Radio blastin' that red dirt beat
Sneakin' by the 'no trespassing' gate
Turning every red neck head our way
Like lightning in the dark, tyres in the mud
This town's too small for girls like us
Love it when the boy's yell 'Lord have mercy'
Sun-kissed curves, drivin' em thirsty
Hotter than the July Texas sun
Got 'em sweatin' when we dance that song
Raise a little dust, shake a little loose
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Wearin' the sun like leather n' lace
Small town girls with a taste for fame
Like a cowboy but don't need no man
All we really need's a honky-tonk band
Lookin' like angels, we taste like sin
Wherever we go, the guys roll in
Love it when the boys yell 'Lord have mercy'
Sun kissed curves, sweet and dirty
Hotter than the bonfire burnin' bright
Yeah baby, we were born to ride
Raise your red cups to the southern moon
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Golden skin got him leanin' in
Like a wildfire blowin' through the wind
He's hooked no doubt, but I'll never never stay
'Cause I'm the kinda heaven that makes a sinner pray
So pray boy pray
Love it when the boy's yell 'Lord have mercy'
Sun-kissed curves, drivin' em thirsty
Hotter than the July Texas sun
Got 'em sweatin' when we dance that song
Love it when the boys yell 'Lord have mercy'
Sun kissed curves, sweet and dirty
Hotter than the bonfire burnin' bright
Yeah baby we were born to ride
Raise your red cups to the southern moon
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots
Comin' in hot in bikinis and boots