| I can see you are a woman of taste
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| By your Reba McEntire tattoo
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| And I love the way you wear your hair
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| You’re as hot as a Cutlass 442
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| You impressed me when you went to the jukebox
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| And played «A Boy Named Sue»
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| And you’re drinking like a sailor on leave
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| You’re a cowboy’s dream come true
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| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double
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| And take one of you home
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| You look like my kinda trouble
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| And I don’t wanna drink alone
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| No lasting obligations
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| We’re both rolling stones
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| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double
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| And take one of you home
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| But didn’t turn me on an urban cowboy
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| A hot one runs west
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| You the Motel 6 kind
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| Not the Holiday Inn Express
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| You’re more Robert’s Western World
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| Than the Bluebird Cafe
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| And you fell off the karaoke stage
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| Singing «Heaven's Just A Sin Away»
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| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double
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| And take one of you home
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| You look like my kinda trouble
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| And I don’t wanna drink alone
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| No lasting obligations
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| We’re both rolling stones
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| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double
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| And take one of you home
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| You got that «come hither» look
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| Like lust eatin' a saltine cracker
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| And when I saw you in the neon light
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| I thought you were a movie actor
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| Thank you, darling, let me guess
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| Outlaw Josey Wales
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| I was thinking Gary Busey
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| I’m gonna need a lot more cocktails
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| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double
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| And take one of you home
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| You look like my kinda trouble
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| And I don’t wanna drink alone
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| No lasting obligations
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| We’re both rolling stones
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| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double
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| And take one of you home
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| I’m gonna drink 'til I see double
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| And take one of you home |