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She's perfect for a cotton dress |
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Pretty when her hair's a mess |
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A little wine and she gets a little loud |
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Once or twice she's bleached my jeans |
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She's been known to burn the beans |
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But in my heart there's never been a doubt |
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She's right as rain on a thirsty cornfield |
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Right on the money 'bout the way that |
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I feel A cool breath of fresh air |
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When life tries to burn me down |
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She's right behind me when |
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I doubt myself |
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With a little push and a hand to help |
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A quiet comfort on a troubled night |
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Right beside me, yeah, she's always right |
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Well she's the first to speak her mind |
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Never been the quittin' kind |
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She likes chocolate about as much as she likes me |
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She likes talking on the phone |
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Calls the mall her second home |
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I love that girl yeah, she's just right for me |
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She's right as rain on a thirsty cornfield |
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Right on the money 'bout the way that |
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I feel A cool breath of fresh air |
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When life tries to burn me down |
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She's right behind me when |
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I doubt myself |
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With a little push and a hand to help |
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Quiet comfort on a troubled night |
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Right beside me, yeah, she's always right |
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Yeah, she's right behind me when |
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I doubt myself |
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With a little push and a hand to help |
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A quiet comfort on a troubled night |
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Right beside me, yeah, she's always right |
