| I’m standin' with somethin' in my hand that don’t look too flower like.
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| She slammed the pretty part in the door jam left me and the stems outside.
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| On my way back from fishin' I thought if brought a dozen roses home.
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| She’d smile when I told her there was one for each day that I’d been gone.
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| I tried to think like a woman.
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| Find out where that pretty head was at.
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| I tried to think like a woman.
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| But I don’t guess a woman thinks like that.
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| I’m underneath the window with my guitar in the back yard soakin' wet.
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| She poured what I’m afraid might of been toilet water on my head.
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| And I thought when she heard this song I wrote her on my way back into town.
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| It would cool her off but it appears it worked the other way around.
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| I tried to think like a woman.
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| Find out where her pretty head was at.
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| I tried to think like a woman.
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| But I don’t guess a woman thinks like that.
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| I’m just gettin' comfortable in the dog house
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| When she pulls the curtains and I see her peakin' out.
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| Well I lay here lookin' sad a while.
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| Sufer some and then she smiles.
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| It’s all slowly dawnin' on me now.
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| Tried to think like a woman.
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| Where she wanted me was right where I was at.
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| I tried to think like a woman.
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| If I was sweet thought she’d cut me some slack.
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| Oh, but I don’t think a woman thinks like that.
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| I know she don’t. |