| There’s a girl on the back roads of Tennessee
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| And she works in the factory
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| All day on the line then she clocks out at 5:00 — finally
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| There’s a bar — the boys treat her like a queen
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| She’s the 'belle of the ball' in blue jeans
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| And they all get a turn just to turn her around the floor
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| And they always want more
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| She says, «Take me for one more song
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| Mr. Whoever You Are
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| Spin me around and pull me in close»
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| Then the band slows down
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| «Let's get the hell out of this bar
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| Mr. Whoever You Are
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| Mr. Whoever You Are»
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| They danced and melt to the heat of the song
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| Their bodies feel like they belong
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| And the boys hold on tight thinking
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| «I might get lucky tonight»
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| And they’re probably right
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| Yea, they’re probably right
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| She says, «Take me for one more song
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| Mr. Whoever You Are
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| Spin me around and pull me in close»
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| The band slows down
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| «Let's get the hell out of this bar
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| Mr. Whoever You Are
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| Mr. Whoever You Are»
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| They hold on to a ways
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| She falls into the night
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| And she throws back her head
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| She looks up toward the sky
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| And she laughs at all the pretty light
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| And says, Take me for one more song
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| Mr. Whoever You Are
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| Spin me around and pull me in close"
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| The band slows down
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| «Let's get the hell out of this bar
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| Mr. Whoever You Are
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| Mr. Whoever You Are»
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| Oh Mr. Whoever You Are
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| Mr. Whoever You Are |