I hate that twelve-point buck yeah
He mounted on my wall
And I hate that flat screen TV
Cause I lose him on Sundays in the fall
And I hate that old Â…
Ridin' up on blocks out in the rain yeah
But I love everything about him when he turns his love on me
When he lifts me in his arms
And throws me on the couch
This country girl goes crazy
When he takes me way down south
I'm as much a woman as a woman can be
When he turns his love on me
Well I hate his ex-girlfriend
And her drunken doll routine
And I hate when he drinks cuervo
He stays sane with just champagne
And I hate Â…
And those bathroom Playboy magazines
But I love everything about him when he turns his love on me
When he lifts me in his arms
And throws me on the couch
This country girl goes crazy
When he takes me way down south
I'm as much a woman as a woman can be
When he turns his love on me yeah
I'm as much a woman as a woman can be
When he turns his love on me yeah
When he turns his love on me