| She sat on the front porch and pulled on her boots
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| In her favorite old faded blue jeans
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| And one tail waggin' puppy climbed up into her arms
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| And I could tell he felt just like me
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| No matter where she goes he’s never too far behind
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| When she steps out into that morning light
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| She really something to see
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| My dream comes alive
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| When I open my eyes
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| And I still go weak in the knees
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| She’s too good to believe
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| And I can tell you that she’s
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| Really something to see
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| I’ve seen her in moonlight on soft summer nights
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| With ten thousand stars in the sky
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| And in a room full of candles like an angel in white
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| While the heavens rumbled outside
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| No matter where she goes I’m never too far behind
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| When she steps out into that morning light
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| She really something to see
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| My dream comes alive
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| When I open my eyes
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| And I still go weak in the knees
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| She’s too good to believe
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| And I can tell you that she’s
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| Really something to see
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| It’s like that movie you’ve seen time after time
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| Where you always find something you’ve missed
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| Well I could sit here right now and just watch her for hours
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| 'Cause I know my world has been blessed
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| She really something to see
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| My dream comes alive
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| When I open my eyes
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| And I still go weak in the knees
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| She’s too good to believe
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| And I can tell you that she’s
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| Really something to see |