| I’ve always been one of them boys
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| Rolling around in jacked up toys
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| Making noise on small town Friday nights
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| Red light running, good time chasing
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| Guess I’ve earned this reputation
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| Probably never shake it but that’s alright
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| I’ve got a rough side, a wild side
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| At least a country mile wide
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| A fighting side after a few
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| If they want to see my sweet side
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| My soft side, my best side
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| I just point at you
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| Yea, point at you
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| Girl I ain’t sure just what it is
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| That’s got me all tore up like this
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| Your kiss done melted down this heart of stone
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| I still like to get a little crazy
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| But something about your loving baby
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| It breaks me down and makes me want to haul ass home
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| I’ve got a rough side, a wild side
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| At least a country mile wide
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| A fighting side after a few
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| If they want to see my sweet side
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| My soft side, my best side
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| I just point at you
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| Point at you, yea
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| Oh girl I wouldn’t blame ya if you tried to change me
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| Lord knows I’m hard to hold
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| But I guess you kinda like all of my sides
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| And I ain’t letting you go
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| Cause my best side is holding me close
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| Point at you, yeah
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| I’ve got a rough side, a wild side
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| At least a country mile wide
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| A fighting side after a few
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| If they want to see my sweet side
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| My soft side, my best side
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| I just point at you
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| Oh baby, I just point at you
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| Yeah girl
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| Girl I point at you
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| Oh babe my best side is you
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| Girl I point at you |