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Lord I swear the perfume you wear |
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Was made out of turnip greens |
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And every time I kiss you girl |
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It tastes like pork and beans |
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Even though you're wearin' them |
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Citified high heels |
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I can tell by your giant step |
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You been walkin' through the cotton fields |
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Oh, you're so down home girl |
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Every time you monkey child |
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You take my breath away |
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And every time you move like that |
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I gotta get down and pray |
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Don't you know that dress of yours |
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Was made out of fiberglass |
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And every time you move like that |
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I gotta go to Sunday mass |
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Oh, you're so down home girl |
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Oh, you're so down home girl |
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I'm gonna take you to the muddy river |
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And push you in |
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Just to watch the water roll on |
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Down your velvet skin |
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I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans |
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Down in Dixieland |
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I'm gonna watch you do the second line |
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With a umbrella in your hand |
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Oh, you're so down home girl |
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I'm with you baby |
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You're so down home |
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Ow! Yeah, too much |
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Outta sight |
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You're so down home girl |
