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Long hair, flashing eyes |
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The kind of hips that make you fantasize |
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A slow smile, just meant to tease |
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One look and you'll be weak at the knees |
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They got my head in a whirl |
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'cos i can't get enough of those whiskey girls |
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They got the world at their fingertips |
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With just a look and lick of the lips |
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They understand the rhythm of the night |
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I'm in a daze, i don't know wrong from right |
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They got my head in a whirl |
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'cos i can't get enough of those whiskey girls |
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Chorus |
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Hypnotised - by the whiskey girls |
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Compromised - out of this world |
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Lord above, could this be love |
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Ain't no doubt about it |
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I'm crazy about the whiskey girls |
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Whiskey girls are out on the town |
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They'll break your heart, they'll bring you down |
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Whiskey girls are out of control |
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For just one touch you'd sell your soul |
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The moon is high i'm getting out of the line |
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Whishful thinking with a one track mind |
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I'm having flashes, oh can't you see |
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They're walking through my private fantasy |
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Wearing only a necklace of pearls |
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Those slow walking, long-legged whiskey girls |
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Chorus twice |
