Work On Me - Intellectual

[Intro]

Uh-huh

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

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

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

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

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

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?

Could you work on me? Mm

Could you work on me? No, no

I'm a little broken, baby

Could you work on me?