| I know you’ve got designs on my man
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| I see you giving him the eye
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| And I don’t like what I see
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| And I know you don’t want to get into it with me
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| 'Cause like a soldier defends his land
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| I stand up, I get up, I defend my man
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| So don’t make me ask you twice
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| 'Cause I asked you once and I asked you nice
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| Keep your damn hands off my Dixie boy, well, he’s sweet, isn’t he?
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| But I’m sorry ladies, he belongs to me My Dixie boy, well, he’s fine but get in line
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| 'Cause he’s mine, he’s mine, all mine, all mine
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| Well, I know the way that you girls operate
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| So keep your hands to yourself
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| And your eyes on your own plate
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| It’s not nice to stare
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| Don’t make me come over there
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| 'Cause ladies, I’m a lady but please understand
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| When it comes to my boy I will fight like a man
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| I will seek and I will destroy
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| For the apple of my eye, my pride and joy
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| Dixie boy, well, he’s sweet, isn’t he?
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| But I’m sorry ladies, he belongs to me My Dixie boy, well, he’s fine but get in line
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| 'Cause he’s mine, he’s mine, all mine, all mine
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| I’m a lover not a fighter
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| And I don’t want to have to get rough
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| I’m just warning you ahead of time
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| I can be a bitch when it comes to my stuff
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| So keep your damn hands off my Dixie boy, well, he’s sweet, isn’t he?
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| But I’m sorry ladies, he belongs to me My Dixie boy, well, he’s fine but get in line
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| Tell you one more time, the boy is mine
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| 'Cause he’s mine, he’s mine, all mine, all mine |