| Southern girl, I’m a
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| Fevered man, and the
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| Sun is shining, darling
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| To beat the band, I said you’re a
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| Strong curvaceous woman
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| With all due respect
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| I’ll give you the gold, darlin'
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| Right off my neck
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| And the way those full lips shine
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| Over your teeth, it blows my mind
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| Love never taste so sweat
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| Spilling that sugar on my sheets
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| Girl, you start me up before we make it through that door
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| If you get lonely, girl, you know
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| Where I’ll be
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| Underneath that neon
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| Palm tree, baby
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| Love’s a pistol, darlin'
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| And you’re a round, and I
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| Pull the trigger just to
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| Hear the sound
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| And the long hair down your back
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| Can’t take my foot off the gas
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| Every time the lights go out
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| We burn a whole candle down
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| Girl, the way you move take the grace right out my stroll
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| So let it roll out of your soul
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| And we’ll fly down the road
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| See how high we can go
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| And let it ride like the tumbling dice
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| When you flash me those eyes
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| Girl, I’m out of my mind
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| Hey, hey baby
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| I’m, I’m going crazy
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| It’s like an alarm’s going off
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| And I’m the only one who can hear
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| Can I tell you a secret, baby?
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| Something nobody knows
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| Lately I can’t think about nothin'
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| Except gettin' you alone
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| Folks gonna wonder where you’ve been
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| They’re gonna have to call out a search
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| 'Cause ain’t enough hours in one day, baby
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| Girl, for all your curves
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| So let it roll, light up a smoke
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| And we’ll fly down the road
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| See how high we can go
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| And let it ride in the heat of the night
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| When you flash me those eyes
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| Girl, I’m out of my mind
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| Come on let it roll
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| Come on let it roll
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| Come on let it roll
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| Come on let it roll |