| Listen here honey, I know you mean well
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| But that southern drawl don’t cover up the smell
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| Of your sweet little goody-goody
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| Spoiled rotten daddy’s girl act
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| Your two-faced trash talkin' tongue
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| Might as well be an axe
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| Cause you cut down anything you don’t understand
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| Anybody who interferes with your plans
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| Of riding that high horse on to victory
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| I know you ain’t that blonde
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| So don’t you play dumb with me
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| You’d knock a girl down
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| So you could feel tall
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| You’d burn Cinderella’s dress
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| So you could feel like the hottest girl at the ball
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| You’re a beauty mark on the human race
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| And if you bless my heart I’ll slap your face
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| It’s evolution honey, and in case you didn’t know
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| The more you learn, the more you grow
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| When you’re livin' in a bubble
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| You can bet that it’s bound to burst
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| You’re going to pay for every time
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| You didn’t put the greater good first
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| You’d knock a girl down
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| So you could feel tall
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| You’d burn Cinderella’s dress
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| So you could feel like the hottest girl at the ball
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| You’re a beauty mark on the human race
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| And if you bless my heart I’ll slap your face
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| Yodel-ay-ee, yodel-ay-ee
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| Yodel-ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay-ee
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| Yodel-ay-ee, yodel-ay-ee
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| Yodel-ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay-ee
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| Judge not lest ye be judged
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| Kindness and love are what pretty girls are made of
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| You’d knock a girl down
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| So you could feel tall
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| You’d burn Cinderella’s dress
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| So you could feel like the hottest girl at the ball
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| You’re a beauty mark on the human race
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| And if you bless my heart I’ll slap your face
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| If you bless my heart I’ll slap your face |