Letras
Girl, you flash that new car like it's some superstar
I drive my old truck on down to the tiki bar
You got a closet full of high-dollar shoes
I got a cooler stocked up with nothin' but brews
You check your Rolex each minute or two
I time my day by when the tide's comin' through
You got the bling and the suits, yeah, you're lookin' fine
Keep your crystal and caviar—I'll sip on moonshine
For you life's a race just full of deadlines
You got dollar signs, but I prefer tan lines
Girl, you roll through town in a limo under bright city lights
I kick back on the sand with a cold beer on Friday nights
You swipe that black card for whatever you please
I strum my old guitar in the warm ocean breeze
You chase status, VIP lists and high-society scenes
I'm slatherin' on sunscreen in my old cut-off jeans
You got the bling and the suits, yeah, you're lookin' fine
Keep your crystal and caviar—I'll sip on moonshine
For you life's a race just full of deadlines
You got dollar signs, but I prefer tan lines
There's a spot on this sand, baby, if you're willin' to try
Trade those high heels for flip-flops under the big ol' sky
Tan lines don't cost a dime; they're worth more than gold
'Cause each one is a story waiting to be told
You got the bling and the suits, yeah, you're lookin' fine
Keep your crystal and caviar—I'll sip on moonshine
For you life's a race just full of deadlines
You got dollar signs, but I prefer tan lines
You got dollar signs, but I prefer tan lines