Homemade Mexico Flip Flops Floppin'* She slips of the top n' That Bikini's rockin On her freckled skin She got her ray bands on
Hummin that Sheryl Crow song And her blond hairs flirting with the wind
[Chorus:] She lays down her purple beach towel Takes a sip of cool clear water from the garden hose(There She Goes) Shes a rock Star in her own backyard Yeah anytime she walks, she can go to her homemade mexico
Margaritas chillin got fajitas grillin Pretty pink toes dippin in a plastic pool (yea she do) She splits her lies Pretend that Georgia sky's Is Cabo, Cassamil, or Somali or Cancun