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Put on your red dress baby, honey we're goin' out tonight. |
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Put on your red dress baby, honey we're goin' out tonight. |
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Want you to wear your boxin' gloves in case some fool might want to fight. |
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Put on your high heel sneakers, throw that wig hat on your head. |
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Put on your high heel sneakers, throw that wig hat on your head. |
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Honey I know you're gonna get real high, honey I know you're gonna knock 'em dead. |
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Want you to talk to me baby, Mama and hold me tight, |
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Keep on holdin me baby, until you hold me just right |
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Put on your high-red dress mama, wear your wig-hat on your head |
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I want you to hold your head kinda high because I know your gonna knock em dead |
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Put on your white boots baby, pull em up on your legs so high |
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Put on your white boots baby, pull em up on your legs so high |
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I want you to look real good, you better even hide your thigh |
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Lord I want you to call my name this morning, call it sort of sweet and low |
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And make me think little darling, Lord I'm on the third floor! |
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Put on your high heel sneakers, wear that wig hat on your head |
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I want you to raise your dress real high because I know your gonna knock em dead |
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Raise your window woman, raise it soft and slow |
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See your man down there could be |
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You may don't know, anh-uh |
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Girl I ain't going out that do' |
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Oh, I see your man downstairs-- |
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Look like your man, how do I know? |
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Could be yo' man, how do I know? |
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Put on your red dress baby, wear that wig hat on your head. |
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Put on that red dress baby, wear that wig hat on your head. |
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Want you to cock your forty five, in case some fool might want to fight. |
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Oh I know you're gonna get real high, oh I know you're gonna knock 'em dead. |
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I know you're gonna get real high, I know you're gonna knock 'em dead.> |
