| Worn and haggard, weathered and torn
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| Drug through the keyhole of that back door
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| Blood shot red behind these shades
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| I look like hell, yes, I’ve seen better days
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| And then those loving arms they pull me back in
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| And there you go, baby, yeah, making me look good again
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| I’m rust on a barbed wire, I’m dust on a chrome yeah
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| Yes I’m the heart that bleeds in an old country song
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| And then those loving arms they pull me back in
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| And there you go, baby, yeah, making me look good again
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| Leather and lace, denim and pearls
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| Whiskey and wine, they go just fine, like you and me, girl
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| When you smile at me and say, there ain’t no better place
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| Than you’d rather be than right here loving me
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| Standing in that kitchen, it’s been a long day at work
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| Then you slip those hands right under my shirt
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| Oh with those loving arms you pull me back in
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| And there you go, baby, yeah, making me look good again
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| There you go, baby, making me look good again |