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She walked straight up to me in the parking lot Said, "Baby, let me see the ring" She cried, "Oh my Lord! That's a son of a rock! He didn't hold back on the bling" "You're his little lady now Honey, you can settle down And quit that music thing You really got it cookin', your cowboy's so good lookin'" She talked herself to death, and when she finally took a breath I said, "Lady You know I own that Chevy, and I put the gas in the tank I drive it right downtown, cash the checks at my own bank A man like mine spends his time on a woman full-grown I ain't nobody's little lady but my own" You shoulda seen the look on her face when I put her in her place Lord, I rang her Southern bell They still talk about it down at the Methodist church Some of 'em think I'm going to Hell But you can ask my sister I was real tender with her Don't care about the story they tell But that woman, she don't know me, she shouldn't come up on me Letras de cancionesI'm a whole lot of my mama, and she don't put up with drama Not to be dramatic But I own that Dually, and I put the gas in the tank I drive it right downtown, cash the checks at my own bank A man like mine spends his time on a woman full-grown I ain't nobody's little lady but my own Crazy Pam, don't mess with me no more Let me tell, I'm your huckleberry If it's a fight you're looking for So don't crank my Dually, 'cause I put the gas in the tank And they know me downtown, hon, 'cause I put the cash in the bank A man like mine spends his time on a woman full-grown I ain't nobody's little lady but my own You know a man like mine spends his time on a woman full-grown I ain't nobody's little lady but my own From Letras Mania