| She likes it when I call in sick to work
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| Spend the whole day hanging with her
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| I might get fired but that’s alright
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| I’m doing what she likes
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| She likes it when I bring home fresh fajitas
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| And mix up a pitcher of margaritas
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| Catch a kind of buzz that lasts all night
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| Doing what she likes
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| She likes hearing how good she looks in them blue jeans
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| Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
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| Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
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| I like doing what she likes
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| Like running my fingers through her long hair
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| Lighting watermelon candles upstairs
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| Letting them burn and holding her all night
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| I like doing what she likes
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| She likes it when I get past second gear
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| Sees gravel flying in the rear view mirror
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| Sometimes I’m pushing 95
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| Doing what she likes
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| And she likes it when I find a road that’s dark
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| Can we pull up somewhere and park?
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| Turn the radio on and turn off the lights
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| Keep doing what she likes
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| She likes hearing how good she looks in them blue jeans
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| Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
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| Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
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| I like doing what she likes
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| Like running my fingers through her long hair
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| Lighting watermelon candles upstairs
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| Letting them burn and holding her all night
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| I like doing what she likes
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| She likes it when I sing her old silly songs
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| And throwing words where they don’t belong
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| Sometimes we laugh 'til we almost cry
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| Doing what she likes
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| Doing what she likes
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| She likes hearing how good she looks in them blue jeans
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| Little kisses, sweeter than sweet tea
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| Things I whispered in her ear, oh my
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| I like doing what she likes
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| Like running my fingers through her long hair
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| Lighting watermelon candles upstairs
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| Letting them burn and holding her all night
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| I like doing what she likes
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| Yeah, I like doing what she likes
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| Hmm, yeah |