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I was just a young man, A little wet behind the ears |
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She grew up at the country club with the diamond chandeliers |
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I worked at the feed store I was broke and naive |
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She was next in line for the crown to be the rose queen |
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I could get alcohol she had a lot of cash |
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We'd watch the June bugs dance around while lying on the grass |
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I knew it wouldn't work out for a hissy like me |
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But I couldn't resist to steal a kiss from the rose queen |
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My momma always told me she was too rich for my blood |
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Her daddy always said I was never good enough |
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She was just a southern bell lord I made her ring |
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Soaking wet from beads of sweat busting at the seams |
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She went off to college I stayed my ass back home |
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She came back sororitized as a teenage debutant |
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Now she tries to act like she don't remember me |
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I guess I'm only good enough once I guess I'm only good enough once |
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For the rose queen for the rose queen |
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For the rose queen for the rose queen |
