| I was along neckin' with the boys at the local hot spot
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| In the midst of celebratin' this newfound freedom I’ve got
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| They ain’t call them walking papers wasn’t even right
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| So when she brought 'em here tonight
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| I was expecting to see that same dang doe tears bounce
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| But she’s a looking like a new woman
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| My, would you look at that dress
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| Every eye is on her
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| She is a walking, talking, little miss confident
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| Yeah, she’s a looking like a new woman
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| She’s got my buddies in the palm of her hand
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| And it’s a hell of a time for me to be her actual man
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| How did she go from stone cold to red hot, open tonight
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| All this honey she is pourin', she must have kept bottled all the time
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| 'Cause heaven knows that I can’t believe, that little devil’s my used to be This might be fair play, boys but she ain’t playin' right
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| She’s a looking like a new woman
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| She is in neon light
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| She’s gone from every day square
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| To party hardy, wild thing, overnight
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| Yeah, she’s a looking like a new woman
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| Sleek blond with a faking big ten
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| Sure hits a bad time for me to be her actual man
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| She’s emptying every barstool, got the boys formed in a line
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| I think I’ll slip on back 'cause I cant take the sight
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| But her a looking like a new woman
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| My, would you look at that dress
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| Every eye is on her
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| She is a walking, talking, little miss confident
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| Yeah, she’s a looking like a new woman
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| She’s got my buddies in the palm of her hands
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| And it’s a hell of a time for me to be her actual man
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| She picked a hell of a time for me to be her actual man |