| My baby’d been wishing
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| That I’d take her fishing
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| So we waited on the perfect day
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| Hitched up my old john boat
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| To see if it would still float
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| Should’ve seen the smile on her face
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| I found a little cove, dropped the lines, to try our luck
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| Before too long she said it’s starting to heat up
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| So she took off her shirt
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| Said I’ll get a little sun
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| Handed me the Coppertone
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| Man I had me some fun
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| I rubbed it in real good, and I didn’t miss a spot
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| And I got to see that little pink bikini top
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| Cause the fish weren’t bitin'
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| She said I’ll lay out a little
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| But if we get a nibble
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| I want to be the one to reel him in
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| I said «baby you got it»
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| We’ll tell ‘em all you caught it
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| But you’re getting some red there on your skin
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| So I rubbed her down again, she said baby that feels nice
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| Won’t you lay right here beside me, she didn’t have to ask me twice
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| I kissed her lips
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| As the sun went down
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| We lost track of time
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| As we floated around
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| That john boat rocked out there in the dark
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| She still claims I stole her heart
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| Cause the fish weren’t bitin'
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| We still laugh about that little fishing trip we took
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| To this day, she don’t know, I didn’t bait the hook
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| You know I love to catch ‘em, but brother I won’t lie
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| I had the best day of my life
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| Cause the fish weren’t bitin'
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| No the fish weren’t bitin' |