| So round, so firm, so fully packed
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| That’s my gal
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| So complete from front to back
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| That’s my pal
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| Toasted by the sun
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| And I’m a son of a gun
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| If she don’t make my five o’clock shadow
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| Come around at one
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| You can bet your boots I’d walk a mile
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| Through the snow
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| Just to see her toothbrush smile
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| They mentioned on the radio
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| If you don’t think she’s a lot of fun
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| Just ask the man that owns one
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| So round, so firm, so fully packed
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| That’s my gal
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| So round, so firm, so fully packed
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| That’s for me
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| She’s just like a money back
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| Guarantee
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| Like a bar fly goes for a drink
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| Like the Bobby Sox goes for Frank
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| Just like Jesse James would go
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| For money in the bank
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| From head to foot she’s perfect size
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| She’s a whiz
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| Always wears a forty five
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| Gun that is
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| She’s got the look that’s so impressive
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| She’s got the pause that’s so refreshing
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| So round, so firm, so fully packed
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| That’s my gal
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| She’s done told me that I’m top hand
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| Won’t be long 'til she wears my brand
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| So round, so firm, so fully packed
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| That’s my gal |