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I like your twisted point of view, |
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MikeI like your questioning eyebrows |
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You've made it pretty clear what you like |
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It's only fair to tell you now |
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That I leave early in the morning |
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And I won't be back till next year |
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I see that kiss-me pucker forming |
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But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause |
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Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock 'n' roll band |
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I could play guitar and rope a steer before |
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I learned to stand |
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Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand |
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Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand |
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Before you kiss me you should know, papa was a rodeo |
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The light reflecting off the mirror ball |
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Looks like a thousand swirling eyes |
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They make me think |
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I shouldn't be here at all |
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You know, every minute someone dies |
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What are we doing in this dive bar? |
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How can you live in a place like this? |
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Why don't you just get into my car? |
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And I'll take you away |
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I'll take that kiss now, but |
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Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock 'n' roll band |
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I could play guitar and rope a steer before |
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I learned to stand |
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Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand |
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Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand |
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Before you kiss me you should know, papa was a rodeo |
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And now it's 55 years later |
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We've had the romance of the century |
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After all these years wrestling gators |
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I still feel like crying when |
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I think of what you said to me |
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Papa was a rodeo, mama was a rock 'n' roll band |
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I could play guitar and rope a steer before |
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I learned to stand |
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Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand |
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Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand |
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Before you kiss me you should know, papa was a rodeo |
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What a coincidence, your papa was a rodeo too |
