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You say country like it's a bad thing, |
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Tease me baby for the way I am |
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Uptown, uptight, you're way a living |
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I can never be that kind of man. |
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You got your powdered up painted on lipstick |
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I got a hole in my brand new jeans |
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You'd never be caught dead in a pickup |
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I'd get mud in your limousine. |
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So what are we doing love |
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You tell me, cause I give up |
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The odds are stacked a hundred to one |
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So what are we doing in love. |
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Sweet tea, cornbread, fried green tomatoes, |
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football, NASCar, Redman chew |
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You're sweet champagne and caviar kisses. |
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I'm cheeseburgers and 90 proof. |
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I'm a dirt poor redneck cowboy |
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You're a woman of the world |
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I don't know what you see in my brown eyes |
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You can do so much better than me. |
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So what are we doing love |
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You tell me, cause I give up |
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The odds are stacked a hundred to one |
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So what are we doing in love. |
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Why do you love me? |
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I give up baby. |
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So what are we doing love |
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You tell me, cause I give up |
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The odds are stacked a hundred to one |
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So what are we doing in love. |
