| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| She knows I love her a lot, not a little
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| I’m just a stick that she likes to whittle
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| I got a heart and she’s in the middle of it
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| I got the hoe cakes she’s got the griddle
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| I come home at night
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| She wants to go dancin'
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| I’m so doggone tired
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| I just don’t feel like romancin'
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| Then she walks into the room
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| With those blue jeans painted on
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| Then I change my tune
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| It’s always the same old song
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| She knows I love her a lot, not a little
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| I’m just a stick that she likes to whittle
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| I got a heart and she’s in the middle of it
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| I got the hoe cakes she’s got the griddle
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| My buddies call to ask
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| If I want to go fishin'
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| For some large mouth bass
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| Then she says she’s been wishin'
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| We could stay at home
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| Then she gives me that look
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| She’s got that red dress on
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| And she’s got me on the hook
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| She knows I love her a lot, not a little
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| I’m just a stick that she likes to whittle
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| I got a heart and she’s in the middle of it
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| I got the hoe cakes she’s got the griddle
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| She’s goes to the stereo
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| Takes off my Lynyrd Skynyrd
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| She puts on Julio
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| And the light starts gettin' dimmer
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| She says I love you
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| Puts them arms around my neck
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| I smell French perfume
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| And I know what’s coming next
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| She knows I love her a lot, not a little
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| I’m just a stick that she likes to whittle
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| I got a heart and she’s in the middle of it
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| I got the hoe cakes she’s got the griddle
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle
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| My baby plays me just like a fiddle |