| Lord I swear the perfume you wear
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| Was made out of turnip greens
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| And everytime I kiss you girl
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| It tastes like pork and beans
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| Even though you’re wearin' them
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| Citified high heels
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| I can tell by your giant step
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| You been walkin' through the cotton fields
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| Oh, you’re so down home girl
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| Everytime you monkey child
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| You take my breath away
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| And everytime you move like that
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| I gotta get down and pray
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| Don’t you know that dress of yours
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| Was made out of fiberglass
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| And everytime you move like that
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| I gotta go to Sunday mass
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| Oh, you’re so down home girl
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| Oh, you’re so down home girl
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| I’m gonna take you to the muddy river
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| And push you in Just to watch the water roll on Down your velvet skin
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| I’m gonna take you back to New Orleans
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| Down in Dixieland
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| I’m gonna watch you do the second line
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| With an umbrella in your hand
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| Oh, you’re so down home girl
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| I’m with ya baby
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| You’re so down home
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| Ow! |
| Yeah, too much
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| Outta sight
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| You’re so down home girl |