| Verse 1:
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| I’m a real bad liar
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| I’m a burnt toast kinda guyer
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| If I try to build a fire, I’ll burn the woods.
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| I … or a shaker
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| Can’t keep up with the pacer
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| Never met a dance floor that ever did me any good.
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| Chorus:
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| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat
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| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back.
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| You said you’d never smile again
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| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that.
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| I finally found somethin' I’m good at.
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| Verse 2:
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| I got a poor sense of direction
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| Sometimes too strong of affection
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| For a whiskey made in Lynchburg, Tennessee!
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| If there’s a hole in boat, son
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| You bet that’s all she wrote
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| I’m a Titanic sinking down into that deep, blue sea (ohhh)
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| Chorus:
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| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat
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| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back.
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| You said you’d never smile again
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| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that.
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| I finally found somethin' I’m good at.
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| (Playin' hard to get, are ya?)
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| (Let me tell ya a little more about ya. Why I love ya)
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| Damn you’re a looker
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| You’re the cane, you’re the sugar
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| Jiffy pop in the cooker
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| You’re the … of the booker I’m reading (ain't ya, baby)
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| You’re the blue, you’re the sky
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| You’re the apple of my eye
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| Make me laugh 'til I cry
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| 'Til I think I’m gonna die
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| Turn me upside down, spin me around
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| Spend all of my money on you all over this town
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| Chorus:
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| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat
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| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back.
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| You said you’d never smile again
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| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that. |
| (would'ya look at that)
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| I finally found somethin'…I'm really good at.
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| (You thought it was over?)
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| OH, oh my, my.
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| I’m sucha lucky guy
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| You got my tongue-tied, like Jeckel and Hyde
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| I’m comin' undone
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| I’m born to run
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| I got my shades on, here comes the sun
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| Ohhh, cotton pickin'
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| My tick-tock's tickin'
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| I’m love, I’m stricken
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| I’m flip-flop flippin'
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| I’m 'bout to cuss… a bus
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| I can’t stop singin', I’m havin' way to much fun…
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| Chorus:
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| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat
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| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back.
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| You said you’d never smile again
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| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that.
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| I finally found somethin'… I’m so good at. |