| You can let a gal with freckles on her face
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| String your blonde hair and a 20 inch waist
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| Caught my eye like a little red car
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| She shook my hand and she grabbed my heart
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| Lord, you never know, no, you never know
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| You never know when love’s gonna walk right through that door
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| Brunette hair and big brown eyes
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| Perfect little bottom like a rollercoaster ride
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| Waiting on her table with her lazy anchor on
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| Big tip, later, lord she let me drive her home
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| Lord, you never know, no, you never know
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| You never know when love’s gonna walk right through that door
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| You never know, you never know
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| I was down in Atlanta on a Sunday afternoon
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| Backed into a Honda with a woman dressed in blue
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| First she wasn’t happy but the chemistry began
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| Two Daiquiri’s later, lord, we’re walking hand in hand
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| Lord, you never know, no, you never know
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| You never know when love’s gonna walk right through that door
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| So the moral to the story is you better be aware
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| Love might hit you 'fore you ever know it’s there
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| So keep your motor running and keep it in gear
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| Listen real close she might just whisper in your ear
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| Lord, you never know, no, you never know
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| You never know when love’s gonna walk right through that door
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| No, you never know, ah, you never know
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| You never know when love’s gonna walk right through that door
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| You never know when love’s gonna walk right through that door |