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She wore glass slippers |
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She held her head up high |
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She had that sparkle at her feet |
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And that twinkle in her eye |
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She smiled at me |
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And i wondered why |
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She said i'm looking for a cowboy |
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To take me for a ride |
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And he can rope me on the prarie |
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And he can ride me on the plain |
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And i will be his cinderalla |
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If he'll be my cowboy man |
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She said i've got a 40-gallon stetson hat |
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With a 38-foot brim |
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We could dance around the outside baby |
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'til we both fall in |
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And you can rope me on the prarie |
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And you can ride me on the plain |
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And i will be your cinderalla |
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If you'll be my cowboy man |
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Now i ain't never been no cowboy |
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But heaven knows i try |
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'cause i'll be riding tall in my saddle |
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With that cinderalla by my side |
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And i can rope her on the prarie |
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And i can ride her on the plain |
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And she will be me my cinderalla |
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If i'll be her cowboy man |
