| Little Susanna, down in Louisiana
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| Pretty as she can be
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| All the boys want her, they even say she’s gonna
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| But she don’t want nobody but me
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| Now I’m a lucky fellow, 'cause they all try to tell her
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| Girl you better leave him alone
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| But none of them can see, what she sees in me
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| She loves me way down to the bone
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| She’ll sit around and tease 'em
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| Tell 'em she can please 'em
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| But I know that she’s taking me home
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| Well, well, well, she’s Louisiana hot sauce
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| Hotter than a fireball smoother than strawberry wine
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| She’s lookin' good as I’ve seen
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| Strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind
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| Believe me there’s no other that comes in up above her
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| She knocks me right down to my knees
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| Well I know I could never have it any better
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| She spins me like a washing machine
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| And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder
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| When she pours her lovin' on me
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| She’s Louisiana hot sauce
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| Well, well, well, she’s Louisiana hot sauce
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| Hotter than a fireball smoother than strawberry wine
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| She’s lookin' good as I’ve seen
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| Strollin' in her tight jeans drivin' me out of my mind
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| Believe me there’s no other that comes in up above her
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| She knocks me right down to my knees
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| I know I could never have it any better
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| She spins me like a washing machine
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| And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder
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| When she pours her lovin' on me
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| Well, well, well, she’s Louisiana hot sauce
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| Hotter than a fireball smoother than strawberry wine
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| She’s lookin' good as I’ve seen
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| Strollin' in her tight jeans, drivin' me out of my mind
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| Believe me there’s no other that comes in up above her
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| She knocks me right down to my knees
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| I know I could never have it any better
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| She spins me like a washing machine
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| And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder
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| When she pours her lovin' on me
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| She’s Louisiana hot sauce, Louisiana hot sauce |