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I know a girl mess with your mind |
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She'll come to you in the summer sometime |
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She'll talk about things you don't understand |
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You better stick to the matters at hand |
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Before the whole damn thing unwinds |
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She is beautiful, she is small |
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She don't wanna play basketball |
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But there's no tellin' what she might do |
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Before her doin' days are through |
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But right now she can't even crawl |
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Georgia Rae, okay, Georgia Rae |
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Georgia Rae, maybe what'd I say, Georgia Rae |
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Come on, Georgia Rae |
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Your mother and I, we did this act |
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In some hotel 'bout nine moths back |
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Now, it is love that brings you here |
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A love that will not disappear |
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Georgia, honey, you can count on that |
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Georgia Rae, okay, Georgia Rae |
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Georgia Rae, maybe what'd I say, Georgia Rae |
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We were tired, should've been sleepin' |
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But like a fire somethin' went creepin', creepin', creepin' |
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And your brother and sister don't understand |
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How your tiny feet and your tiny hands |
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Could carry the weight of a thousand earths |
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Into our little universe |
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But, Georgia, we all think it's grand |
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Georgia Rae, okay, Georgia Rae |
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Georgia Rae, maybe what'd I say, Georgia Rae |
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Georgia Rae, okay, Georgia Rae |
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Georgia Rae, maybe what'd I say, Georgia Rae |
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Come on, Georgia Rae |
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Luck, it was you, child |
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You look like your mama |
