| I like the way she orders just one draw
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| Sips it all night through a soda straw
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| I like the way she smiles when I ask her to dance
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| I love the way it feels when she takes my hand
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| What really makes my heart start doing it’s thing
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| Is when she slides up close and talks that twang
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| She says, give me some sugar when she wants a kiss
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| That country bent accent is hard to resist
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| She gets my motor running when she says
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| How about we drive out in the country and go to town
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| She’s sure got her own way of putting things
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| She talks to my heart when she talks that twang
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| I heard her sweet nothings whispered once or twice
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| Lots of pretty words, sounded real nice
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| I thought I just about heard it all
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| Until I heard, I love you with a drawl, ya’ll
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| Every word from her sweet lips
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| Falls slow and easy like her tender kiss
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| She can read a phone book, make it sing
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| She talks to my heart when she talks that twang
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| She says, it’s getting late, could I carry her home?
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| Later in her drive way, all alone
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| I ask her for one more kiss goodnight
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| She reckons and she figures that it be alright
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| She hops out of my car and says, «See you sweet thing»
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| She talks to my heart when she talks that twang
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| I heard her sweet nothings whispered once or twice
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| Lots of pretty words sounded real nice
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| I thought I just about heard it all
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| Until I heard, I love you with a drawl, ya’ll
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| Every word from her sweet lips
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| Falls slow and easy like her tender kiss
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| She can read a phone book, make it sing
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| She talks to my heart when she talks that twang
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| She can read a phone book, make it sing
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| She talks to my heart when she talks that twang
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| Oh, talk on, girl |