| Got a girl from the south side, had braids in her hair
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| First time I seen her walk by, I 'bout fell up out my chair
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| I had to get her number, took me like six weeks
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| Now me and her go way back like Cadillac seats, uh
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| Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
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| I know every curve like the back of my hand
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| Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain’t in no hurry
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| I’ma take it slow just as fast as I can
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| The way she fit in them blue jeans, she don’t need no belt
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| But I can turn them inside out, I don’t need no help
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| Got hips like honey, so thick and so sweet
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| It ain’t no curves like hers on them downtown streets, uh
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| Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
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| I know every curve like the back of my hand
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| Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain’t in no hurry
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| I’ma take it slow just as fast as I can
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| We’re out here in the boondocks
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| With the breeze and the birds
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| Tangled up in the tall grass
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| With my lips on hers
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| On the highway to heaven
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| Headed south of her smile
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| Get there when we get there
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| Every inch is a mile, uh
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| Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed
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| I know every curve like the back of my hand
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| Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain’t in no hurry
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| I’ma take it slow just as fast as I can
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| I’ma take it slow, oh
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| Just as fast as I can
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| Body like a back road
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| Drivin' with my eyes closed
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| Got braids in here hair
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| And I know every curve like the back of my hand
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| I know every curve like the back of my hand |