She's a rookie, but she's moving fast
She's got a high motor burning up the gas
She's a shot-caller, clementine
You think she's yours, she's mine, oh, mine, oh
Walk on the levee with Casey Jane
Are you still crying over what's-his-name?
Come on, girl, put your blue jeans on
And I'll spin you around to an old Cate song
She really-
That girl is really, she's no good
She really-
That girl is really good
She's got a tiny dog and worn-out clothes
Her dad's guitar and ribbon bows
She likes it when everybody's hanging around
Trading tunes down at campfire town
I like it when you put your trust in me
You know I never trusted any scene
Times are changing, people leave
It gets so hot, it's like a fever dream
She really-
That girl is really, she's no good
She really-
That girl is really-
She's no good, yeah, yeah
That girl is really
She's no good, no good, no good, no good
That girl is really good
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