| She comes busting through like a hurricane at midnight
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| She comes busting through like she bought the place
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| She was just a wolf in thrift-store clothing
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| Till that sheepish smile ran over her face
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| She stood up and said «which one of you boys,
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| Which one of you boys is buying my drink»
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| She started cussing like a backrow Baptist,
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| I started wondering what my mama would think about
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| Katherine Belle, I hope you’re doing well
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| Please don’t break my heart
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| Well we started drinking those whiskey and gingers
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| We drank so much we almost drowned
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| The jukebox was singing like a choir on Sunday
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| I did the Boss, she did a mean James Brown
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| All of her friends, they tried to warn me
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| They said that horse is too wild to tame
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| So I took a shot and I worked out the courage
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| To say «baby girl let’s start with your name»
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| She woke up on the wrong side of her bed
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| I woke up on the wrong side of town
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| She went to work and I went to Georgia
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| I wonder if she’ll be there the next time around |