| You pick me up and you set me down
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| You never give me no runaround
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| You don’t mistreat me like those other girls do
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| Hell, it’s a wonder that I don’t fall in love with you
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| You take the train and you come visit me
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| And sometimes I drive to you
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| And we speak, hearts broken, and you lick my wounds
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| Hell, it’s a wonder that I don’t fall in love with you
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| I see the wrong ones comin' from miles away
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| Dressed up in different clothes
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| But you know when they get closer all their faces are the same
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| It’s a wonder I don’t see through all of their wicked ways
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| You lay me down and you kiss my mouth
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| There ain’t nothing like the feel of a girl from the south
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| You’re everything I’ve come to know to be true
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| It’s a wonder that I don’t run away with you
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| You pick me up and you set me down
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| You never give me no runaround
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| You don’t mistreat me like those other girls do
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| Hell, it’s a wonder that I don’t fall in love with you |