| She had a skeeter hog tattoo on her hip
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| A taste of musky time on her lips
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| All the men gather round but they understand
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| She’s a hoochie woman I’m a smoochie man
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| Had a quite of taste of moonshine
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| Said it made her feel fine
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| And baby when I’m in this kind of mood
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| I can dance all night
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| And she pulled me into a wall
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| I was moving like a man in a trance
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| Hoochie woman smoochie man
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| I’m a smoochie man
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| We were cooking some crawdads
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| They were boiling in the pot
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| Then she threw in her can of cayenne
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| Said let’s make these little daddy’s hot
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| That’s the way it is
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| When you’re living in a swamp land
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| Hoochie woman smoochie man
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| That’s the way it is
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| Living in a swamp land
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| Hoochie woman smoochie man
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| Smoochie man
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| Hoochie woman |