| She puts on her makeup each evening
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| And makes up the story she’ll tell
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| Then she heads for a neighborhood tavern
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| And the night life that she knows well
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| There’s always somebody there
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| Waiting to whisper sweet talk in her ear
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| He’ll laugh when he tells her he loves her
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| And leave her crying honky-tonk tears
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| And she can fool anybody she wants to
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| But a honky-tonk man, he can see
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| Down to the soul of a honky-tonk woman
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| And the lady she’s wanting to be
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| Nobody would guess she’s unhappy
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| Laughter was all of her fame
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| But a honky-tonk man knows her difference
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| He’s living his life just the same
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| Now I’m trying to give up some reasons
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| That maybe she’ll get all her needs
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| I’m gonna let her know that she’s wanted
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| For more than a honky-tonk memory
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| And she can fool anybody she wants to
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| But a honky-tonk man, he can see
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| Down to the soul of a honky-tonk woman
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| And the lady she’s wanting to be
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| And she can fool anybody she wants to
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| But a honky-tonk man, he can see
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| Down to the soul of a honky-tonk woman
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| And the lady she’s wanting to be
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| She can fool anybody she wants to |