| One more regular night in a regular bar
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| Where you can find regular smoke in the talk without looking too hard
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| One more regular beer before I go
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| Maybe two or five before I get back to my regular home
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| I don’t want to leave here at all
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| Cause some day the most beautiful girl
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| Will look at me and think I’m weird
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| I’ll smile and blink at her anyway
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| Simply because I’m there…
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| And I’m weird
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| And everybody turns to see the girl
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| Standing in neon doorway
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| With her braided curls
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| In walks the real-life queen of the rodeo
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| I swear to you people I thought I done died and gone to heaven
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| I nearly shit my boots
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| I don’t want to leave here at all
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| Cause some day the most beautiful girl
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| Will look at me and think I’m weird
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| I’ll smile and blink at her anyway
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| Simply because she’s there…
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| And I’m weird
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| I don’t want to leave here at all
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| Some day the most beautiful girl
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| Will look at me and think I’m weird
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| I’ll smile and blink at her anyway
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| Simply because she’s there…
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| And, maybe, the most beautiful girl
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| Will look at me and come over here
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| We’ll laugh and talk the whole night away
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| Simply because we’re there…
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| And I’m weird |