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Mason-Slamer-Thomas |
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There's been a lot of talk about you momma |
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About your shady, entertaining ways |
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How late at night, providing bedside drama |
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Is helping you to sleep more in the day. |
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Think of the shame, you'll never get to heaven |
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Although it's heaven here right by your side |
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Your little ways so devious and clever |
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Help me forget how much I love my wife. |
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CHORUS |
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She's got style, blowing me hot then cold. |
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She's got style, dress falling off her shoulder, like a child, |
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Making me drop my guard as ooh, ooh, she closing the door |
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She's got style, she getting rich in sin, |
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She's got style, she gonna take us all, a certain smile, |
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Recling with Garbo's eyes as ooh, ooh, |
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why she leaving me asking for more? |
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And as I leave there's one more in the doorway, |
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He hangs his coat as you relieve him of his hat, |
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So for an hour you'll swear to love him always (always) |
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While you're leaving me with my feet scraping the mat. |
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CHORUS |
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She' s got style, blowing me hot then cold |
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She's got style, dress falling off her shoulder like a child, |
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Making me drop my guard as ooh, ooh, she closing the door |
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She's got style, she getting rich in sin, |
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She's got style, she gonna take us all, a certain smile, |
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Recling with Garbo's eyes as ooh, ooh, she's got style, etc |
