Il testo della Mr. whoever you are

There's a girl, from backroads tennessee,
She works in the factory.
All day on the line, and she clocks out at five finally.
And there's a bar, where the boys treat her like a queen.
She's the belle of the ball in blue jeans, and they all get a turn to turn her around the floor, and they always want more.
She says, take me for one more song...mr. whoever you are, spin me around and pull me in close when the band slows down, then let's get the hell out of this bar...mr. whoever you are...mr. whoever you are...

And they danced, and melt to heat of the song, their bodies fit like they belong, and the boys hold on tight, and think i might get lucky tonight.
They're probably right. yeah they're probably right.
And she says take me for one more song...mr. whoever you are.
Spin me around and pull me in close when the band slows down, then let's get the hell out of this bar...mr. whoever you are...mr. whoever you are...
They hold onto her waist, she falls into the night, she throws back her head, she looks up toward the sky, and she laughs, at all the pretty lies and says take me for one more song, mr. whoever you are...spin me around and pull me in close
When the band slows down, then let's get the hell out of this bar, mr. whoever you are ...mr. whoever you...are... mr. whoever you are... hey mr...whoever you are.