Back roads Tennessee
And she works in the factory
All day on the line
Then she clocks out at five finally
There's a bar
The boys treat her like a queen
She's the bell of the ball in blue jeans
And they all get a turn
Just to turn her around the floor
And they always want more
She says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
They dance
Melt to the heat of the song
Their bodies feel like they belong
And the boys hold on tight
Thinking I might get lucky tonight
And they're probably right
Yeah they're probably right
She says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
They hold onto her waist
She falls into the night
And she throws back her head
She looks up toward the sky
And she laughs
At all the pretty lights
And says take me for one more song
Mr. Whoever You Are
Spin me around and pull me in close
And the band slows down
Then let's get the hell out of this bar
Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
Aw Mr. Whoever You Are
Mr. Whoever You Are
There's a girl Back roads Tennessee And she works in the factory All day on the line Then she clocks out at five finally There's a bar The boys treat her like a queen She's the bell of the ball in blue jeans And they all get a turn Just to turn her around the floor And they always want more She says take me for one more song Mr. Whoever You Are Spin me around and pull me in close And the band slows down Then let's get the hell out of this bar Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are They dance Melt to the heat of the song Their bodies feel like they belong And the boys hold on tight Thinking I might get lucky tonight And they're probably right Yeah they're probably right She says take me for one more song Mr. Whoever You Are Spin me around and pull me in close And the band slows down Then let's get the hell out of this bar Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are They hold onto her waist She falls into the night And she throws back her head She looks up toward the sky And she laughs At all the pretty lights And says take me for one more song Mr. Whoever You Are Spin me around and pull me in close And the band slows down Then let's get the hell out of this bar Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are Aw Mr. Whoever You Are Mr. Whoever You Are Explain Request ×
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