| I’ll talk at her, hey
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| I’ll go and say it again now
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| Hey
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| Well, I love the tip
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| And I love the top
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| I love you better than a hog loves slop
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| 'Cause she’s a big legged woman
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| In a short, short miniskirt, Lord
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| Promise me, darling
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| You’ll never make me feel like dirt, yeah
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| She’ll have the vine
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| Run around the stump
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| You are mine
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| Call is Sugar Lump
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| 'Cause she’s a big legged woman
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| In a short, short miniskirt, (Oh, check that out, right)
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| Come on
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| Now promise me, darling, you’ll never make me feel like dirt, yeah
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| Oh let’s hit it baby, sing
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| Ah let me, ah, come on now, let me have one, say
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| Alright, lookie here
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| Ashes to ashes, Lord, and dust to dust
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| You mess with my woman, I’m gonna hurt you first
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| 'Cause she’s a big legged woman
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| In a short, short miniskirt (Oh, Lord, it don’t get no better than that)
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| Just gotta promise me, darling, you’ll never make me feel like dirt
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| Let me tell you this here
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| I told you once
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| I done told you twice
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| We go together like red beans and rice
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| 'Cause she’s a big legged woman
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| In a short, short, short miniskirt, Lord
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| Promise me, darling, you’ll never make me feel like dirt, Lord
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| Oh, big woman, I think you got something, save me |