| Storm blew a tree down in my backyard
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| My axe wouldn’t cut it and my saw wouldn’t start
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| Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store
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| To give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour
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| I know that she digs me ‘cause when I walked in
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| Here she come a runnin' with a can I help you grin
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| Like a puppy on a leash she followed me around
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| I left her droolin' at the mouth when I walked out
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| But I guess you had to be there
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| To believe what I saw
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| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
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| She didn’t have a prayer
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| But I guess you had to be there
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| I’m pretty sure she meant to drop that can of W. D
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| So I could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans
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| I was eye to eye with Taz and a Tweety tattoo
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| Forced to play a little game of peek-a-boo
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| Then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue
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| Asked me if I had any plumbing to do
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| Hands planted firm on the curve of her hip
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| Looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip
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| But I guess you had to be there
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| To believe what I saw
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| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
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| She didn’t have a prayer
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| But I guess you had to be there
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| She even did that little finger thingy through her hair
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| Practically undressed me with her Playboy stare
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| I gave her back that look that she was lookin' for
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| I think that she forgot that we was in that store
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| But I guess you had to be there
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| To believe what I saw
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| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
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| She didn’t have a prayer
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| But I guess you had to be there
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| Yeah I guess you had to be there
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| To believe what I saw
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| Her blue eyes glued to my Liberty coveralls
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| She didn’t have a prayer
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| But I guess you had to be there |