| That Crystelle, you temptress, you creature of back booths
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| So accomplished at dancin' when walkin' would do
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| There’s a neon fire in your eyes reflecting off a rhinestone tear
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| Fixed upon your cheek to see who cares
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| And that’s way too much for a country boy who stares
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| «Our life is just a private joke», she said it like that was the punch line
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| Me, I fell in love now, wouldn’t you?
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| And here’s a fine madness in the air it comes and goes like honeysuckle
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| Sent to you free from what to do
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| Oh, me I fell in love now, wouldn’t you?
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| Oh that Crystelle, she’s barely a woman
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| Oh that Crystelle, she’s hardly a child
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| Oh that Crystelle, I know she saw me comin'
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| But doesn’t Crystelle have a beautiful smile
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| She’s a reason to be reckless, she’s the right to Rock 'n' Roll
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| She’s exactly what they meant when they told you not to go
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| And her breath’s as sweet as chewing gum
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| And her heart’s a gold as kingdom come
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| She’s heaven sent and hell bent to run
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| Oh, me I fell in love now, wouldn’t you?
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| Oh that Crystelle, she’s barely a woman
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| Oh that Crystelle, she’s hardly a child
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| Oh that Crystelle, I know she saw me comin'
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| But doesn’t Crystelle have a beautiful smile
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| Oh that Crystelle, she’s barely a woman
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| Oh that Crystelle, she’s hardly a child
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| Oh that Crystelle, I know she saw me comin'
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| But doesn’t Crystelle have a beautiful smile
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| Oh me, I fell in love now, wouldn’t you? |