| Got a girl from the Southside, got braids in her hair
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| First time I seen her walk by, man I 'bout fell up out my chair
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| Had to get her number, it took me like six weeks
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| Now me and her go way back like Cadillac seats
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| Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
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| I know every curve like the back of my hand
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| Doin' fifteen in a thirty, I ain’t in no hurry
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| I’ma take it slow just as fast as I can
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| The way she fit in them blue jeans, she don’t need no belt
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| But I can turn them inside out, I don’t need no help
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| Got hips like honey, so thick and so sweet, man
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| And ain’t no curves like hers on them downtown streets
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| Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
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| I know every curve like the back of my hand
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| Doin' fifteen in a thirty, I ain’t in no hurry
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| I’ma take it slow just as fast as I can
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| We’re out here in the boondocks with the breeze and the birds
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| Tangled up in the tall grass with my lips on hers
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| On a highway to heaven, headed south of her smile, mmm
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| Get there when we get there, every inch is a mile
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| Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
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| I know every curve like the back of my hand
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| Doin' fifteen in a thirty, I ain’t in no hurry
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| I’ma take it slow just as fast as I can
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| I’ma take it slow
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| Just as fast as I can (Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed)
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| Got braids in her hair (I know every curve like the back of my hand) |