| You got a certain sort of intuition, some southern form of gypsy Christian
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| Show everybody what they’re missing every time you turn around
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| Baby you don’t even try you just top off drinks as you walk by
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| Laugh and wink and curse and smile your way around the room
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| Girl, you got your own way
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| A style that you can’t fake
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| Kinda makes my heart break
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| How you play it off like its cool?
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| Marchin to your own drum
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| Don’t listen to no one
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| You make every man just start ramblin' like a fool
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| They don’t teach you that in school, baby
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| You said hello and that was that
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| Tattoo hiding on your back
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| Follow you right off the map
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| And I’m still behind ya now
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| You hardly ever say you miss me
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| But something about the way you kiss me
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| Makes me feel a little tipsy
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| Like you want me to
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| Girl, you got your own way
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| A style that you can’t fake
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| Kinda makes my heart break
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| How you play it off like its cool?
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| Marchin to your own drum
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| Don’t listen to no one
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| You make every man just start ramblin' like a fool
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| They don’t teach you that in school, baby
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| No, they don’t teach you that in school, baby, yeah
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| Honey, you’re the real thing
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| Every color of the mood ring
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| So just keep on doing that thing you’re doing cause man it’s screwin' with me
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| Marchin' to your own drum
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| Don’t listen to no one
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| You make every man just start ramblin' like a fool
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| They don’t teach you that in school, baby
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| They don’t teach you that in school, no |