| Well, Becky was a beauty from south Alabama.
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| Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer.
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| Think he even did a little time in the slammer.
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| She snuck out one night an' met me by the front gate,
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| Her Daddy came out a-wavin' that 12-guage
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| We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate.
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| Oh, I knew there’d be hell to pay.
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| But that crossed my mind a little too late.
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| 'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
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| Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
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| An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
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| Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
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| I know what I was feelin',
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| But what was I thinkin'?
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| By the County line, the cops were nippin' on our heels,
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| Pulled off the road an' kicked it in four-wheel.
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| Shut off the lights an' tore through a cornfield.
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| At the other side, she was hollerin': «Faster.»
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| Took a dirt road, had the radio blastin'.
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| Hit the honky-tonk for a little close dancin'.
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| Oh, I knew there’d be hell to pay.
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| But that crossed my mind a little too late.
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| 'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
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| Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
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| An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
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| Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
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| I know what I was feelin',
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| But what was I thinkin'?
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| When a mountain of a man with a «Born To Kill"tattoo,
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| Tried to cut in, I knocked out his front tooth.
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| We ran outside, hood slidin' like Bo Duke.
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| I finally got her home at a half past two, later.
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| Daddy’s in a long chair sittin' on the driveway,
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| Put it in park as he started my way.
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| Oh, what was I thinkin'?
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| Oh, what was I thinkin'?
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| Then she gave a «Come an' get me grin.»
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| An' like a bullet, we were gone again.
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| 'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
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| Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
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| An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
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| Man, just gotta get goin' where the night might lead.
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| I know what I was feelin',
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| But what was I thinkin'?
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| What was I thinkin'?
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| I know what I was feelin', but what was I thinkin'? |