| He’s sneaky like Tennessee whiskey
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| He always takes me by surprise
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| He feels safe, he feels risky
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| He’s got the devil in his angel eyes
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| There’s nothing I can’t tell him
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| There’s nothing he ain’t heard
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| When he don’t say nothing
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| Man I hang on every word
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| He’s got nothing to prove
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| He’s got nothing to lose
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| He’s got everything on a string
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| Still all he wants is you
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| Everybody’s got some baggage
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| But he knows how to travel light
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| He don’t judge anyone
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| He knows wrong from right
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| He don’t need your permission
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| He don’t need no direction
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| He’ll steal your soul in a heartbeat
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| Yet he ain’t guilty of nothing
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| He’s got nothing to prove
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| He’s got nothing to lose
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| He’s got everything on a string
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| Still all he wants is you
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| He’s got nothing to prove
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| He’s got nothing to lose
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| He’s got everything on a string
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| Still all he wants is you |