Story Behind the Song
This is my first attempt to make an mp3 and use a computer to record my music.
It's not too polished, but neither am I.
Lyrics
On the way to Dover, you might have seen her double-wide;
Appliances and furniture sitting outside.
Hub cap collection and a bunch of rusty junk;
Smells like a dead bird, wrapped in a skunk.
Trailer Park Woman make you feel so fine;
Lot up front, lot more behind.
She'll do stuff to you, make you lose your breath;
Wrap herself around you, squeeze you half to death.
She don't like foreign menus, or drinking fancy wine;
Fast Food and a six-pack will suit her just fine.
She ain't too subtle, likes her lipstick screaming red,
She likes to her crush beer cans on her forehead.
Trailer Park Woman make you feel so fine;
Lot up front, lot more behind.
She'll do stuff to you, make you lose your breath;
Wrap herself around you, squeeze you half to death.
She calls it likes she sees it, she'll tell you what's what;
If she gets mad buddy, she can really kick some butt.
She's got all her teeth, in a jar in the kitchen,
I ain't sure what she's scratchin, Don't want to know what she's itchin.
Trailer Park Woman make you feel so fine;
Lot up front, lot more behind.
She'll do stuff to you, make you lose your breath;
Wrap herself around you, squeeze you half to death.
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