| This ain’t Texas, ain’t no hold 'em |
| So lay your cards down, down, down, down, down |
| Park your Lexus and throw your keys up |
| Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round |
| And I’ll be damned if I can’t slow dance with you |
| Come pour some sugar on me, honey too |
| It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown |
| Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now |
| There’s a tornado (there's a tornado) in my city (in my city) |
| Hit the basement (hit the basement), that shit ain’t pretty (shit ain’t pretty) |
| Rugged whiskey (rugged whiskey) 'cause we survivin' ('cause we survivin') |
| Off red cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah |
| Ooh, run me to the right |
| We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice |
| Ooh, run me to the left |
| Then spin me in the middle, girl, I can’t read your mind |
| This ain’t Texas, ain’t no hold 'em |
| So lay your cards down, down, down, down, down |
| So park your Lexus and throw your keys up |
| Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round |
| And I’ll be damned if I can’t slow dance with you |
| Come pour some liquor on me, honey too |
| It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown |
| Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now |
| And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you |
| Come pour some liquor on me, honey too |
| It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown |
| Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now |
| There’s a heatwave (there's a heatwave) coming at us (coming at us) |
| Too hot to think straight (too hot to think straight) |
| Too cold to panic (too cold to panic) |
| All of the problems (all of the problems) just feel dramatic (just feel |
| dramatic) |
| And now we’re runnin' to the first spot that we find, yeah |
| Ooh, one step to the right |
| We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice |
| Ooh, you run to the left |
| With me in the middle, girl, I can’t read your mind |
| This ain’t Texas, ain’t no hold 'em |
| So lay your cards down, down, down, down, down |
| Park your Lexus, throw your keys up |
| Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round |
| And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you |
| Come pour some sugar on me, honey too |
| It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown |
| Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now |
| And I’ll be damned if I cannot dance with you |
| Come pour some sugar on me, hone, too |
| It’s a real life boogie and a real life hoedown |
| Don’t be a bitch, come take it to the floor now |