We're running out of karma,
And here's mud in your eye,
I guess it's you,
I'm gonna love you till you die,
I got a candy-coating,
And I’m welled with pride,
I guess it's you,
You're gonna take me for a ride,
I'm gonna make you howl,
Like a trailer-park wife
On the first day of her new life,
Interchangeable knife!
She's a big, big valley girl,
Got the devil inside her,
Burn a hole
Right through my jeans,
Hotter, than a meth-lab-fire,
She'll change your oil
And kick your tires,
Solder up your frayed wires,
She’ll flush your engine with precision,
Run on empty, full powers,
Put tequila into my lime,
Be the liberty of life,
Just chop it up,
I don't need no cook,
Got an interchangeable knife,
Yeah
We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you)
I guess it's you who gonna cry,
If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you),
You gonna spread them open wide,
She's a rollin'-pin momma and a rational wife,
Man, it's such an interesting life,
International knife!
Hey!
Yeah, I know that girl
What I might be lacking in class,
Make up for in ass,
Trash talkin’, ridin’, flying,
Down the interstate fast,
With a Virginia Slim
Dancin' throuhg my lips, when I talk,
Got a shotgun rack,
In the back of my truck,
Pull the shift full into first,
It's all ready to burst,
Into second,
Easy neckin',
Go into third,
Into fourth,
Ooh!
Ooh
Interchangeable knife!
Interchangeable knife!
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