Chance Alan

Lyrics

Dangers do shape of many thangs she's a hungry child
Wild ’n out crazy
Stranger’s dressed in camo
She’s a hungry child of the back-roads
Danger’s dressed to kill
She’s a hungry child of the back-woods
No one knows who she thinks she is or what her name is

That day wouldn’t matter anyways
I don’t know where she came from or what her game is
She’s hunting a
Hot child in the citified back-porch
Queen of the neon lights
A hot child in the citified back-yards
Queen of the come-getcha-some eyes
Runnin’ wild and lookin’ pretty fine
Hot child in the citified back-roads
So young to be on the loose and on her own

Young boys they all want to take her home
When she comes downtown
Oh the boys all stop and stare
When she comes downtown
Oh she walks like she just don’t fuggin’ care
Yeah stone cold hottie

Hot child in the citified bar table
No worries she’s got you sass-kin eyes
Hot child in the citified barstool
No worries she’s got you sass-kin whys
Runnin’ wild and lookin’ pretty fine
Hot child in the citified back-roads, yeah

Come on down to my place baby we'll talk about love
Your hillbilly sins begin
Come on down to my place baby we'll make love
When my hillbilly begins

Hot child she's kinda dangerous
Hot child she's flirting she’s oh my
Runnin' wild ’n lookin' pretty fine
How to make her mine tonight
Country damn camo queens
Yeah you know what I mean
Hot child in the citified get her whatever she needs
It’s on me