Rice Queen
The Scrips / Brad Wofford or band collaborator; confirm final songwriter split before publication
Rights: scrips-original-needs-owner-confirmation

Verse:
She was the rice queen, in a small town, at seventeen
A ride through main street, on a float of blue and gold and gleaming
White smiles and cup your palm, the sun behind your silhouette
This means everything, to you now

Chorus:
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns

Instrumental:
(instrumental break)

Verse:
Take her mother's car for a joyride, while she was sleeping
Lights off, driving by the moonlight while she's speeding
Sung a hymn in church on Sunday, with a glossy smile
Heard the hallelujahs echo

Chorus:
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns

Bridge:
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Verse:
Laid under the sun, the waves kept buzzing in her ear
The seaside air smelled of coconuts and her boyfriend's beer
Like a rip tide, was a small voice, pulling gently
Only asking for everything

Chorus:
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns

Chorus:
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns
Everything they say, about small-town girls
Everything they say, about smaller towns

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