| I’m the local lady of the evening
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| And though I like my men and my booze
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| I pray to above
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| That I’ll find true love
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| But no one wants a lady who’s used
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| Oh, can someone lasso me a husband?
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| I’m nothing without a husband
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| The menfolk give me a dollar and a smile
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| But that don’t lead to walkin' down the aisle
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| Hey cowboy, can you lasso me a husband?
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| Though my lover count is over a dozen
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| Yes, the kissin' is fun and the wine is sweet
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| But what I really want at night is to rub a farmer’s feet
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| Get me off of my back and standin' up straight
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| So I can be the type of lady that you’re not ashamed to date
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| Get me out of the cathouse and into the kitchen
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| I’ll wear white and pray to martyrs
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| I’ll trade in my guns and garters
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| 'Cause there are only two types of women
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| (Me and virgins you commit to)
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| Can someone lasso me a husband?
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| Why are you all bein' so stubborn?
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| I’m angry and pleased
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| And a little bit diseased
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| But you can cure my ills with a husband |