| You should see her every morning
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| In my faded flannel shirt
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| Wearing her big bear slippers
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| She’s so sexy that it hurts
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| And when I take her to the city
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| You should see her turning heads
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| They never seen nothing so pretty
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| She can’t help but knock 'em dead, yeah, yeah
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| She got a kiss that burns me down
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| She’s got a touch that makes me come unwound
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| She’s got a smile that knocks me to the ground
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| My baby’s got the kind of love a man can wrap around
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| She’s the perfect combination
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| Of Ginger and Mary Ann
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| Down home sophistication
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| Ain’t no lines in her tan, no
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| Sometimes she like to hear Bocephus
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| Sometimes easy-talk
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| But if you play La Cucaracha
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| Well, she’ll dance until you
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| She dance until you drop
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| She got a kiss that burns me down
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| She’s got a touch that makes me come unwound
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| She’s got a smile that knocks me to the ground
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| My baby’s got the kind of love a man can wrap around, yeah
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| Oh, I don’t think God ever
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| Never made anything better
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| She got a kiss that burns me down
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| She’s got a touch that makes me come unwound |
| She’s got a smile, knocks me to the ground
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| My baby’s got the kind of love
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| She got a kiss that burns me down
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| She’s got a touch that makes me come unwound
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| She’s got a smile that knocks me to the ground
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| My baby’s got the kind of love a man
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| Yeah, my baby’s got the kind of love a man
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| Yeah, my baby’s got the kind of love a man can wrap around
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| Kind of love a man can wrap around
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| She can wrap around
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| My baby’s got the kind of love
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| A man can wrap around
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| She can wrap around
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| Wrap around, wrap around
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| Wrap around, wrap around |