| Well I caught you chasin' my man last night
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| I’m warnin' you once I ain’t warnin' you twice
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| You better stay offa my private property
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| You can do your huntin' outside my fence
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| And don’t tresspass if you got any sense
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| Or it’ll be open season on you
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| I’ve got a liscense and it says he’s mine
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| Cause I caught him first
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| Keep your hands to yourself and leave him alone
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| Or look out for the worst
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| If you don’t ease up on you’re matin' call
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| I’ll nail your hide to the open wall
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| For it’ll be open season on you
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| You go huntin' in your mini-skirt
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| You sit in a bar and you drink and flirt
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| With ev’rything in pants that comes in view
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| My man might fall for your little trap
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| So don’t try to crawl up in his lap
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| Or it’ll be open season on you
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| I’ve got a liscense and it says he’s mine
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| Cause I caught him first
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| Keep your hands to yourself and leave him alone
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| Or look out for the worst
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| If you don’t ease up on you’re matin' call
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| I’ll nail your hide to the open wall
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| For it’ll be open season on you
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| Yeah it’ll be open season on you |