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Preacher says I need a woman washed in the blood |
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That lead me down that straight and narrow way |
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Mamma says I need a girl who will settle down |
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Have a son to carry on my family name |
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When I look at you its plain to me |
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You ain't got nothing that I need |
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But baby you got everything I want |
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I hear the radio singing about an endless kind of love |
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There's a good chance you'll be gone before daylight |
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Man in the mirror says you're gonna be hard to hold |
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And those strawberry lips might be my death tonight |
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Well I look at you its plain to me |
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You ain't got nothing that I need |
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But baby you got everything I want |
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Five foot ten, sun-kissed skin |
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You oughta be a crime |
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Head to toe you tend my soul |
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Like a taste of sweet moonshine |
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Anyone on Earth can see |
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You're no good for me |
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But baby you got everything I want |
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Why do I run my fingers through your hair? |
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And tell me why can't I get close enough? |
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Lookin' in those Carolina eyes |
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Is like staring down the barrel of a gun |
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Like fruit on that forbidden tree |
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You ain't got nothing that I need |
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But baby you got everything ... |
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Five foot ten, sun-kissed skin |
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You oughta be a crime |
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Head to toe you tend my soul |
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Like a taste of sweet moonshine |
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Anyone on Earth can see |
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You're no good for me |
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But baby you got everything I want |
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What you got ain't what I need |
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But darlin' that's alright with me |
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'Cause baby you got everything I want |
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Everything I want |
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Everything I want |