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I've always been one of them boys |
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Rollin' around in jacked up toys |
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Making noise on small town Friday nights |
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Red light running, good time chasing, |
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Guess I've earned this reputation |
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Probably never shake it but that's alright |
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I've got a rough side, a wild side |
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At least a country mile wide |
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A fightin' side after a few |
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If they wanna see my sweet side |
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My soft side, my best side |
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I just point at you |
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Yea, point at you |
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Girl I ain't sure just what it is |
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That's got me all tore up like this |
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Your kiss done melted down this heart of stone |
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I still like to get a little crazy |
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But something about your loving baby |
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It breaks me down and makes me wanna haul ass home |
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I've got a rough side, a wild side |
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At least a country mile wide |
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A fightin' side after a few |
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If they wanna see my sweet side |
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My soft side, my best side |
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I just point at you |
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Point at you yeah |
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Oh girl I wouldn't blame ya if you tried to change me |
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Lord knows I'm hard to hold |
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But I guess you kinda like all of my sides |
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And I ain't letting you go |
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Cause my best side is holding me close |
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Point at you, yeah |
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I've got a rough side, a wild side |
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At least a country mile wide |
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A fightin' side after a few |
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If they wanna see my sweet side |
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My soft side, my best side |
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I just point at you |
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Oh baby, I just point at you |
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Girl I point at you |
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Oh babe my best side is you |
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Girl I point at you |
