| She wore them cowboy boots
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| Couldn’t ignore, she looked so cute
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| She was one that I liked best
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| Couldn’t believe her two buck dress
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| I’ll go downtown and we’ll
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| Find ourselves a judge
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| And I’m your $ 100 groom
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| Promise not to leave the room
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| Even if I gotta vomit
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| Oh, I’m your $ 100 groom
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| Baby, I’ll hop the broom
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| Although I’d rather limbo underneath it
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| She spent all of my cash
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| And I broke out in a rash
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| As long as I can make you laugh
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| It’s been a-while
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| Might say it’s high time
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| It ain’t getting' better
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| Let’s go for a ride
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| Go downtown and find
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| Some crooked judge
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| And I’m your $ 100 groom
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| Won’t leave the room
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| Even if I have to vomit
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| Baby, I’m your $ 100 groom
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| Baby, I’ll hop that broom
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| Though I’d rather limbo underneath it
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| I’ve let you down in the past
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| I can’t let you down anymore
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| Yeah, $ 100 groom
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| Baby, in that room
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| She’s my better half
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| When she makes me laugh
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| When she don’t, she ain’t
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| The one that I like best
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| In a two buck dress
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| She ain’t no saint
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| Go downtown and we’ll
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| Find ourselves a judge
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| And I’ll be your $ 100 groom
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| Promise not to leave the room
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| Even if I have to vomit
|
| Baby, I’m your $ 100 groom
|
| Baby, I’ll hop the broom
|
| Rather limbo underneath it
|
| Baby, I’m your $ 100 groom
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| Baby, I’m your $ 100 groom
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| Baby, I’m your $ 100 groom
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| $ 100 groom |