| She’s in there dressing up again
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| Slipping into something thin
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| And that old trouble makin' dress ain’t my friend
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| Cause every time she slips it on
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| They forget where she belongs
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| And things get out of hand
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| Cause she’s a woman in demand
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| Lord I love her, and I trust her
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| Cause she never let 'em trust
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| But I just can’t make her understand
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| When they see too much of her
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| Lord I see too much of them
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| And things get out of hand
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| Cause she’s a woman in demand
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| There’s other dresses she could wear
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| And different ways to style her hair
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| But tonight she’s got old trouble on again
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| I want that busy crowd out there
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| To look up and notice her
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| But things get out of hand
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| Cause she’s a woman in demand
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| Lord I love her, and I trust her… |