Mr. Whoever You Are

There's a girl from Back Roads, Tennessee
 And she works in the factory
 All day on the line
 Then she clocks out at five finally
 There's a bar, the boys treat her like a queen
 She's the bell of the ball in blue jeans
 And they all get a turn
 Just to turn her around the floor
 And they always want more
 She says, "Take me for one more song
 Mr. Whoever You Are
 Spin me around and pull me in close"
 And the band slows down
 "Then let's get the hell out of this bar
 Mr. Whoever You Are
 Mr. Whoever You Are"
 They dance and melt to the heat of the song
 Their bodies feel like they belong
 And the boys hold on tight
 Thinking, "I might get lucky tonight"
 And they're probably right
 Yeah, they're probably right
 She says, "Take me for one more song
 Mr. Whoever You Are
 Spin me around and pull me in close"
 And the band slows down
 "Then let's get the hell out of this bar
 Mr. Whoever You Are
 Mr. Whoever You Are"
 They hold onto her waist
 She falls into the night
 And she throws back her head
 She looks up toward the sky
 And she laughs at all the pretty lights
 And says, "Take me for one more song
 Mr. Whoever You Are
 Spin me around and pull me in close"
 And the band slows down
 "Then let's get the hell out of this bar
 Mr. Whoever You Are
 Mr. Whoever You Are
 Oh, Mr. Whoever You Are
 Mr. Whoever You Are"