| Five foot nine, long legs clear up to there
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| High heel shoes, short skirt with her shoulders bare
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| It’s easy to see she’s got her style down pat
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| Got a way of walkin' like a wild bobcat
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| Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
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| She likes pickup trucks and longnecks
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| And she loves to dance
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| She can steal your heart in a second with a single glance
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| Skin tight jeans and a cowboy hat
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| Hit a boy harder than a baseball bat
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| Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
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| Well I wouldn’t call myself a righteous man
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| But I thank heaven every chance I can
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| For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Well, I wouldn’t call myself a righteous man
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| But I thank heaven every chance I can
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| For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began
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| You can find them on a city street or down a country road
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| Natural born beauties turning heads everywhere they go
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| Take your breath away like a tire gone flat
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| Make a man cry like a little spoiled brat
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| Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
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| Yes, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
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| Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
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| --- Instrumental to fade ---
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| Umm ummm
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| Girl
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| You gotto move on
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| Girl like that
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| Woo for making a girl like that
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| Making a girl like that
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| Umm emmm… |