| She got a way of lighting up the neon, turning heads
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| She got a thing that turns me on, burning red
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| Something 'bout them blues eyes staring right back in mine
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| I swear I see the light
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| She’s a cowboy killer in a shotgun seat
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| Talkin' blonde wildfire holding onto me
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| She got a knock-out love and a goodbye kiss
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| Got that thirty-thirty smoke rolling off of her lips
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| Lose my breath, knock me dead every time I’m with her
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| Yeah, she’s a cowboy killer
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| She’d make a night wild and restless, run it off the tracks
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| She’s riding the line of crazy and reckless, and damn I love that
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| She’s a cowboy killer in a shotgun seat
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| Talkin' blonde wildfire holding onto me
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| She got a knock-out love and a goodbye kiss
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| Got that thirty-thirty smoke rolling off of her lips
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| Lose my breath, knock me dead every time I’m with her
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| Yeah, she’s a cowboy killer
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| Something 'bout them blues eyes staring right back in mine
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| I swear I see the light
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| She’s a cowboy killer in a shotgun seat
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| Talkin' blonde wildfire holding onto me
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| She got a knock-out love and a goodbye kiss
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| Got that thirty-thirty smoke rolling off of her lips
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| Lose my breath, knock me dead every time I’m with her
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| Yeah, she’s a cowboy killer
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| Yeah, a cowboy killer
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| She’s a cowboy killer |