| There’s something 'bout the feel
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| Of glass on steel
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| Like hands on the hips of a woman
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| You start at the top and work your way down
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| You strike a chord and get her goin'
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| She’s looking round the room
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| Lookin' a little thirsty
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| Wonderin' who’s buying tonight
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| Well I whip out the bills
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| And lookin' for thrills
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| And say, «Hey, baby, I’m your guy.»
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| Slide that shot across the bar and pay the man four dollar fifty
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| Slide them heels on the dance floor, that’s why rednecks drink whiskey
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| Slide on over here 'cause you’re lookin' so so damn pretty
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| Slide on into second girl, I don’t mind getting a little bit dirty
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| Slide oh
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| Slide oh
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| Well that band’s kickin' ass
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| She’s shakin' hers
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| And that beer’s flowin' like water
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| That’ll make me stay
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| That look in her eyes
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| She ain’t worried about tomorrow
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| Slide on out the door gonna leave my keys at the bar
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| Slide on in a cab well honey my place ain’t far
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| Slide on over here 'cause you’re lookin' so so damn pretty
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| Slide on in the third, I don’t mind gettin' a little bit dirty
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| Slide oh
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| Slide oh
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| Slide that dress off ya, girl
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| A little birthday suit dainty
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| Slide under them sheets girl
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| I got the velvet, a little bit fancy
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| Slide on over here 'cause you’re lookin' so so damn pretty
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| Slide on into home, I don’t mind gettin' a little bit dirty
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| Slide oh
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| Slide oh |