| All dolled up, little black dress, little high heels on
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| Hot as hell, she’s a girl just wanna have fun
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| With her sweet talking, jaw dropping, show stopping waist
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| Boot stomping, shout calling, straight up no chase
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| Let it burn burn burn burn
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| Let it burn burn burn for days
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| Keep you up she’ll make you work in the middle of the night
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| Yeah, I don’t know how she do it
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| But I know it feels right
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| Like whiskey goin' down she’s the hit that gets you high
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| And she’s gone before you even know it hurts
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| She’s a slow, slow, slow burn
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| She’s a slow, slow, slow burn
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| Takes her sweet, sweet time to get where she needs to go
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| She won’t ask twice, 'cause she knows that I can’t say no
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| She’s a live wire, good liar, doesn’t have she don’t
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| A midnighter, lit lighter, let’s hand it smoke |