| You got you some legs baby
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| That just won’t quit
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| You got a pretty boy
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| And he looks pretty hip
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| You got you one on the sly
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| But you gave him the slip
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| And that’s just a cryin' shame
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| 'Cause you love the boy
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| With pretty green eyes
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| And you love the boy
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| Who says he’s so clever and wise
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| And you love the boy
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| Who’s always telling you lies
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| And that’s just a cryin' shame
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| Sometimes it never quits raining
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| Sometimes that phone just won’t ring
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| Sometimes I never miss nothing
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| And sometimes I miss anything
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| But you like 'em tall when it’s raining
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| And you like 'em dark when you’re feeling no pride
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| But you never felt anything that you wanted to hide
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| And that’s just a cryin' shame
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| So he says you look lovely my dear
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| You say thank you I’m fine
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| And you spend all his money
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| And you spend all his time
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| And you spend the night
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| Like you were spending a dime
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| And that’s just a cryin' shame |