| Oh I can tell your Mama raised you right
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| You’re sitting there so perfect and polite
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| Is it gonna' take another glass of wine
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| Before I learn what’s really on your mind
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| Now you may be thinking how I’m something else
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| For goodness' sake don’t keep it to yourself
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| And maybe you admire my wavy hair
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| Well don’t you think that’s something you should share
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| Do you find me peachy keen, oh yeah
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| Are my eyes the nicest eyes you’ve ever seen
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| Am I wooable, am I doable, ice cream and pecan pie
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| Well then say so, don’t be shy
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| Oh do I strike that match and light that little fire
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| Do you hear my name and feel a rush of pure desire
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| If you want me to hug on you so bad that you could cry
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| Well say so, don’t be shy
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| Does it make you laugh to hear me talk
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| And could you go on at length about my walk
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| And does it warm your heart to see me smile
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| And make you want to hold me for a while
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| Tell me do you find me peachy keen, oh yeah
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| Are my eyes the nicest eyes you’ve ever seen
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| Am I wooable, am I doable, ice cream and pecan pie
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| Well then say so, don’t be shy
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| Hey baby, please say so, why don’t be shy |