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Hood up, bent over that carborator |
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I skinned my knuckle |
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Damn that hurt |
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Got a 6 pack chillin' on ice for later |
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And grease all over my white t-shirt |
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My brother taught me how |
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To throw a curve ball |
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The cheerleadin' thing never felt quite right |
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When it comes to high fashion |
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I hit a brick wall |
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This girl's just one of the guys |
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You can dress me up |
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But it won't change |
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The way i walk against the grain |
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I can rock your world |
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And if my mood is right |
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You can take me home |
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But i'm gonna drive 'cause this girls just one of the guys |
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I can throw darts |
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Talk about fishin' |
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Tell a dirty joke |
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And watch nascar |
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I can help you with your love life |
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And tell you 'bout women |
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Drink you under the table |
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At your favorite bar |
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You can dress me up |
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But it won't change |
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The way i walk against the grain |
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I can rock your world |
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And if my mood is right |
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You can take me home |
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But i'm gonna drive 'cause this girls just one of the guys |
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I'm still a lady |
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Lookin' for the right man |
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But he's gotta take me |
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Just the way i am 'cause you can dress me up |
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But it won't change |
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The way i walk against the grain |
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I can rock your world |
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And if my mood is right |
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After the game on monday night 'cause this girl's just one of the guys |
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Yeah this girl's just one of the guys |
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Hey... Woa! |
