| Many times I’ve been told
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| That old gal ain’t got no soul
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| She’ll chew you up, spit you out
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| Leave you boy, there ain’t no doubt
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| All the men say she’s mean
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| That side of her I ain’t ever seen
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| A little sugar, a lot of spice
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| A little naughty, a little nice
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| The cutest thing you’ve ever seen
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| Oh my little Texas queen
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| Well I met her down around San Antone
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| Those local boys left her alone
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| They all said she was the devil’s one and only child
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| I don’t believe it
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| Not one word
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| There ain’t one thing I’ve ever heard
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| That’ll never change the way I feel
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| That girl’s got me head over heels
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| The cutest thing you’ve ever seen
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| Oh my little Texas queen
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| The cutest thing you’ve ever seen
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| Oh my little Texas queen
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| My little Lonestar hootchie-coo
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| Well I’ve chased her to Timbuktu
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| She’s gone from Fort Worth to Abilene
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| And every roadhouse in-between
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| She’s as hot as cakes on a griddle
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| That girl goes wild when the bow hits the fiddle
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| She loves to swing and do-se-do
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| That’s why I love her so
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| The cutest thing you’ve ever seen
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| Oh my little Texas queen
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| She’s my little butterbean
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| The cutest thing you’ve ever seen
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| Oh my little Texas queen
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| She’s my little butterbean |