In high heels s
he's 5 foot 3
lean and mean
with a tattoo sleeve
hell on wheels for a tiny thing
yeah she can pack punch
She rocks out on the the country side
got a Harley hog and a double wide
her sweet heart's packed in dynamite
she shoots whiskey and a gun
When she gets an itchin' to get out the kitchen
and wrangle up some fun
Ch
She likes to crank it with the bottom end thumpin
rattle the walls and get the place jumpin
bust out the windows blow off the dust
and bring the roof down
C
rank it, crank it up loud
crank up the juice to pump up the crowd
She knows how to get a party shakin
She likes to crank it
Sunday morning 10 AM
smells of gin and a night of sin
in the pew up in front again
she shouts hallelujah
The congregation comes alive
when she gets up to testify
the whole church is electrified
Look out here she comes
There's so much conviction in her benediction
the choir ain't loud enough
ch
She likes to crank it with the bible belt thumpin
rattle the walls and get the place jumpin
bust out the windows blow off the dust
And bring the roof down
Crank it, crank it up loud
crank up the juice to pump up the crowd
she knows how to get a party shakin
She likes to crank it, oh she likes to crank it
Br
She wears tie die shirts and John Deere hats
got a peace sign sticker on her gun rack
She likes ole time country and metal too
She's Joan Jett in cowgirl boots
Her halo is slightly bent
a little crooked
but it still fits
a contradiction of many things
a little devil with angel's wings
Awe you know what I mean
Repeat Chorus
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