Jana Kramer - Fake ID (feat. Gretchen Wilson) lyrics

Hey, I've been driving all over the town On my cellphone wearin' it out And I finally tracked you down Hey, everybody says you're the man The final piece to my máster plan You got my world in the palm of your hand Well I know that you got it Come on and just sell it Got the cash up in my pocket You know I gotta get it Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see I got my money and you got what I need Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID Hey, don't even think about tellin' me no It's only twenty minutes 'till the show Hey mister turn it over let's go No, I ain't gonna need a receipt Just make sure that it looks like me So the bouncer don't call the police And don't tell my daddy Stole the keys to his caddy Don't dilly dally I gotta get the hell out of this alley Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see I got my money and you got what I need Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID Here's my money, now get out of my way Gonna push my luck right up to the stage Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see I got my money and you got what I need Hey mister, hey mister Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see I got my money and you got what I need Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID There's a band in the bar that I'm dying to see I got my money and you got what I need Hey mister won't you sell me a fake ID Hey mister, hey mister