| She said hey cowboy get off of that couch
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| Yeah, the party’s on and we’re goin' out
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| I got my low cut dress and my knee highboots
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| I’m like money to burn and nothing to lose
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| You’re the man of the house you better think of something
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| 'Cause Mama don’t get dressed up for nothing
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| She said I been cooped up in this house all week
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| It’s time to pick it up and move it out to party street
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| She said saddle up hoss it’s your lucky day
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| And I’m a she cat tiger comin' out of the cage
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| We can go high rollin' or beer joint jumpin'
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| Mama don’t get dressed up for nothing
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| She’s hard to handle, a little high strung
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| I’ll see her bet and I’ll raise her one
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| I love when she gets wound up
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| I’m Jack of Hearts, she’s my Lady Luck
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| We re gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar
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| We gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor
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| Set up the shooters and break out the green
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| Throw a whole row of quarters in the boogie machine
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| We gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox humpin'
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| 'Cause mama don’t get dressed up for nothing
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| Go high rollin' or beer joint jumpin'
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| Mama don’t get dressed up for nothing
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| She said babe you better think of something
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| 'Cause mama don’t get dressed up for nothing |