| She says, «Baby what’s that scar from?»
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| I said, «Girl, you don’t wanna know.»
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| She said, «What about this one or that one?»
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| «Girl, that was a long time ago.»
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| She kisses and traces every one with her hands
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| The look on her face says she understands
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| My baby don’t try to change me
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| 'Cause she knows
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| This is the way that God made me
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| She gets every flaw, my rebel heart, every tattoo, every scar
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| She’s in love with the outlaw in me
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| Yeah
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| She knows I roll with a rough crowd
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| And we get wild time-to-time
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| She knows I won’t lay my guns down
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| I never run from a fight
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| My baby don’t try to change me
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| She knows
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| This is the way that God made me
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| She gets every flaw, my rebel heart, every tattoo, every scar
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| She’s in love with the outlaw in me
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| Yeah
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| Alright
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| That girl knows that she’s got me
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| And prays one day I’ll settle down
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| And I just thank God she loves me
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| Even when I don’t know how
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| My baby don’t try to change me
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| She knows
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| This is the way that God made me
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| She gets every flaw, my rebel heart, every tattoo, every scar
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| She’s in love with the outlaw in me
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| She’s in love
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| With the outlaw
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| In me |