Texty:
Gretchen Wilson One Of The Boys

I'm no stranger to temptation I have found some comfort there But it only leaves me with questions Never answers any prayers I've been as high as Angels

Yeah, we're both screamin' but nobody's listenin' Let's take this madness out of the kitchen Chorus: Come to bed Let's just lay down There's just one

I was born in the country on an old farm road Worked hard for a livin' but I still stayed broke Everything I had was either borrowed or loaned Except

I'll guess I'll always be the girl I am Sometimes I know there?s something missing Sometimes I want to start again Sometimes I scream and no one listens

Well, they're flickin? on the bar lights, band's playin? one last song And if you want another round better order it now it's last call Crowd?s still

still need to be somebody's baby Yeah you might find me making too much noise But I'm more than just one of the boys Yeah, I'm more than just one of the boys

Some girls are lookin for a Wall Street Man With lots of green in the bank Got to find a feller with a red wine cellar And a big, black Escalade One

I'm no stranger to temptation I have found some comfort there But it only leaves me with questions Never answers any prayers I've been as high as angels

I still need to be somebody's baby Yeah you might find me making too much noise But I'm more than just one of the boys Yeah, I'm more than just one of the boys