| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| In your cowboy boots and your painted-on jeans
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| All decked out like a cowgirl’s dream
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| Why’d you come in here looking like that
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| Here comes my baby
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| Draggin' my heart behind
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| He’s drivin' me crazy
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| Who says love is blind
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| He’s got a wanderin' eye and a travelin' mind
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| Big ideas and a little behind
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| Out with a different woman every night
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| But I remember when he was mine
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
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| All decked out like a cowgirl’s dream
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| Waltzing right in here lookin' like that
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
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| Why you’re almost givin' me a heart attack
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| When you waltz right in here lookin' like that
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| I just can’t stand it
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| To see him on the town
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| He’s out slow dancing
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| With every girl around
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| I’m a softhearted woman he’s a hardheaded man
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| And he’s gonna make me feel just as bad as he can
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| He’s got himself a mean streak a half a mile wide
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| But now he’s dancing on this heart of mine
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
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| All decked out like a cowgirl’s dream
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
|
| All decked out like a cowgirl’s dream
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that
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| When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
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| Why you’re almost givin' me a heart attack
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| When you waltz right in here lookin' like that
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| Why’d you come in here lookin' like that |