| No, I don’t know the girl at the bar in the short red dress
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| I haven’t had the chance to get acquainted with her yet
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| But I can tell that she’s lonely by the sadness in her eyes
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| And she needs more than just a drink tonight
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| She needs me to give her love and understanding
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| Some good old country love and nothing else
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| She needs me to throw my loving arms around her
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| And tonight I could use some love myself
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| Each time she turns up the glass
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| She drinks a memory from the past
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| And sadness becomes a teardrop in her eye
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| But she won’t have to leave alone
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| 'Cause tonight I’m takin' her home
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| Wrapped up in these lonely arms of mine
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| For she needs me to give her love and understanding
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| Some good old fashioned love and nothing else
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| She needs me to throw my loving arms around her
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| And tonight I could use some love myself
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| Yes, tonight I could use some love myself |