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Ripped up jeans |
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and a Kid Rock t-shirt |
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Sinks his plow in the Tennessee black dirt |
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Flashes me a smile |
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across a country mile |
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then tips his hat |
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What kinda girl don't wanna guy like that?! |
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He's all man, he's all mine! |
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Strong as mountain whisky |
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Sweet as homemade wine |
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Put something on my hand |
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and don't it shine... |
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He's all man, he's all mine! |
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Later on tonight we're gonna fix up |
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There's a club downtown |
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And I hear it really kicks up |
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Tangled in my arms |
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his hunky southern charms |
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gonna turn some heads |
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A little dirty dancing knocks 'em dead!! |
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He's all man, he's all mine! |
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Shows how much he loves me |
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instead of telling me all the time |
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He's L.A. heart and downhome country fine! |
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He's all man, he's all mine! |
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He's all man! He's all mine |
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Shows how much he love me |
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instead of telling me all the time |
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He's all man! he's all mine... |
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He's L.A. heart and downhome country fine! |
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He's all man, he's all mine! |
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He's all man, he's all mine! |
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He's all man, man, man, man... |
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He's all mine.... |
