| Put on your red dress baby, honey we’re goin' out tonight
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| Put on your red dress baby, honey we’re goin' out tonight
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| Want you to wear your boxin' gloves in case some fool might want to fight
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| Put on your high heel sneakers, throw that wig hat on your head
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| Put on your high heel sneakers, throw that wig hat on your head
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| Honey I know you’re gonna get real high, honey I know you’re gonna knock 'em
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| dead
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| Want you to talk to me baby, Mama and hold me tight
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| Keep on holdin me baby, until you hold me just right
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| Put on your high-red dress mama, wear your wig-hat on your head
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| I want you to hold your head kinda high because I know your gonna knock em dead
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| Put on your white boots baby, pull em up on your legs so high
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| Put on your white boots baby, pull em up on your legs so high
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| I want you to look real good, you better even hide your thigh
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| Lord I want you to call my name this morning, call it sort of sweet and low
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| And make me think little darling, Lord I’m on the third floor!
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| Put on your high heel sneakers, wear that wig hat on your head
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| I want you to raise your dress real high because I know your gonna knock em dead
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| Raise your window woman, raise it soft and slow
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| See your man down there could be
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| You may don’t know, anh-uh
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| Girl I ain’t going out that do'
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| Oh, I see your man downstairs--
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| Look like your man, how do I know?
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| Could be yo' man, how do I know?
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| Put on your red dress baby, wear that wig hat on your head
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| Put on that red dress baby, wear that wig hat on your head
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| Want you to cock your forty five, in case some fool might want to fight
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| Oh I know you’re gonna get real high, oh I know you’re gonna knock 'em dead
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| I know you’re gonna get real high, I know you’re gonna knock 'em dead |