Work On Me

[Intro]
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
Well, I heard you from across the bar
Over clinkin' glasses like a work of art
I'm a sucker for an accent from somewhere far
Can ya blame me?
I'm a California girl with a Southern heart

[Pre-Chorus]
And I don't know your first or your last name, baby
If you're going home to a hometown lady
The way you grip the can I can tell you're just my type
You like, you like

[Chorus]
Workin' with your hands 'til they're covered in grease
Fixin' up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat
Something dirty on my mind and you got dirt on your jeans
Well I'm a little broken, baby
Could you work on me?
Could you work on me? Ah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Well, my heart's been through the mud
A couple assholes before you kinda fuck me up
What's the worst that can happen from a little fun?
I'm a real smart girl who likes getting a little dumb

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't need to know your first and last name, baby
If you're going home to a hometown lady
Longhorn on your buckle, I can tell you're just my type
You like, you like

[Chorus]
Workin' with your hands 'til they're covered in grease
Fixin' up your Bronco in the Tennessee heat
Something dirty on my mind and you got dirt on your jeans
Well, I'm a little broken, baby
Could you work on—
A body needing something to make it feel brand new?
I'm a couple shots deep and a couple screws loose
Something dirty on my mind and you got dirt on your jeans
Well, I'm a lil' broken, baby
Could you work on me?

[Post-Chorus]
Could you work on me? Mm
Could you work on me? No, no
I'm a little broken, baby
Could you work on me?