She's got a T-top Camaro with a scoop on the hood.

Two big speakers blastin' "Johnny B Good."

Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime,

she plays with my heart and messes with my mind.

Acts like Madonna, but she listens to Mearle.

Rock my world little country girl.



She wears snakeskin boots made by Calvin Klein,

cheap sunglasses from the Five-and-Dime.

All the other girls at school they give her dirty looks;

she got an "A" in math and never cracked the books.

Sure looks good in her denim and pearls.

Rock my world little country girl.



Rock my world, drag me out on the floor.

Dance with me 'til I can't dance anymore.

One-step, two-step, get in a line.

I gotta find a way to make you mine.

(Rock my world)



Well I tell her that I love her but it ain't enough.

She says I got to learn to loosen up.

Get a little wild on a Saturday night,

but make sure she's home before the morning' light.

Sunday she's all ribbons and curls.

Rock my world little country girl.



Rock my world, drag me out on the floor.

Dance with me 'til I can't dance anymore.

One-step, two-step, get in a line.

I gotta find a way to make you mine