| She got that «hey y’all» little southern drawl that she got from her mama
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| Likes coffee with her sugar in the morning
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| She likes to leave little red lipstick love notes on the mirror
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| Loves the rain on a tin roof when it’s pouring
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| Doesn’t matter what we’re listening to
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| Spinning her around the living room
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| And I fall apart every time
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| She puts that beat in my chest
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| Pounds like a drum, shakes me like thunder
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| Taking my hand, pulling me up when I’m going under
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| My dreams come alive when I wake up and look in her eyes
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| She brings me back to life
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| Yes, she does
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| She’s got her feet on the dash
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| Hair blowing back, hand out the window
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| Making up half the words that she’s singing
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| And she takes an hour to pick a movie out
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| Five minutes in and she’s passing out
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| And I wouldn’t dare wake her up when she’s sleeping
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| I’d stay there forever if I could
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| Doing nothing never felt so good
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| And I wish that I could stop time
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| She puts that beat in my chest
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| Pounds like a drum, shakes me like thunder
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| Taking my hand, pulling me up when I’m going under
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| My dreams come alive when I wake up and look in her eyes
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| She brings me back to life
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| Oh, yes she does
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| And I don’t wanna think about where I would be without her, oh
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| She puts that beat in my chest
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| Pounds like a drum, shakes me like thunder
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| Taking my hand, pulling me up when I’m going under
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| My dreams come alive when I wake up and look in her eyes, whoa
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| Yeah, my dreams come alive when I wake up and look in her eyes
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| She brings me back to life
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| Oh, she does
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| Back to life |