| I got a lean in my spleen
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| Got a swerve in my swagger
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| Is it your baby blues your
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| Daisy dukes all torn and tattered
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| Yeah I’m messed up, little cross-eyed
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| Even if I wanted I couldn’t walk a straight line
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| What your doin' to me baby is like old smoky moonshine
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| You got me buzzin'
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| Ain’t had no drink all day
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| Girl it’s your loving
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| Got my lips addicted to your kisses
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| Bout a dozen
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| Ain’t sippin' whiskey or wine
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| But it sure feels like I’m gettin' little tipsy tonight
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| You got me buzzin' (hey, that’s right)
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| Oh your lipstick is hotter
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| Your hips swayin' to the groove
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| Hell, I’m all Jack Daniels up on you
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| Yeah I’m messed up, little cross-eyed
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| Even if I wanted I couldn’t walk a straight line
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| What your doin' to me baby is like old smoky moonshine
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| You got me buzzin'
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| Ain’t had no drink all day
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| Girl it’s your loving
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| Got my lips addicted to your kisses
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| Bout a dozen
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| Ain’t sippin' whiskey or wine
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| But it sure feels like I’m gettin' little tipsy tonight
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| You got me buzzin'
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| Oh girl I love the feeling
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| Moon walking on the ceiling
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| Got me high as a kite tonight
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| You got me buzzin'
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| Ain’t had no drink all day
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| Girl it’s your loving
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| Got my lips addicted to your kisses
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| Bout a dozen
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| Ain’t sippin' whiskey or wine
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| But it sure feels like I’m gettin' little tipsy tonight
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| You got me buzzin' |