| I think the devil’s in her pocket
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| She’s got some ghosts in her closet
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| Cause she likes turning heads on every guy, every night
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| All over town including mine
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| Like a wooden roller coaster
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| It’s a thrill just to hold her
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| I step right up just to get in line, take a ride
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| And be let down one more time, yeah
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| She’s got a little town talk
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| A pigeon toed walk
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| I’m hooked by the heart so its not my fault
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| She loves me strong, pours it on, then she’s gone
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| As fast as she came
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| And leaves me like a gypsy rain
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| I like her fingers in my hair
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| I like the holes in the jeans she wears
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| But you can bet when it’s time to go, she’ll let me know
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| She don’t like to get too close
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| I don’t even know her number
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| When she wants she just comes over
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| Then she’s gone for a week or two, its no use
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| She won’t stay what can I do, yeah
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| I can tell that this umbrella ain’t gonna work at all
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| The rain gets to me like her kiss
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| I guess I’ll have to wait 'til it just blows off
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| I’m getting used to this!
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| Oh oh oh oh yeah
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| Leaves me like a gypsy rain
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| Oh oh oh oh yeah
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| Like a gypsy rain |