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No, I don't know the girl at the bar in the short red dress |
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I haven't had the chance to get acquainted with her yet |
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But I can tell that she's lonely by the sadness in her eyes |
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And she needs more than just a drink tonight |
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She needs me to give her love and understanding |
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Some good old country love and nothing else |
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She needs me to throw my loving arms around her |
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And tonight I could use some love myself |
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Each time she turns up the glass |
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She drinks a memory from the past |
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And sadness becomes a teardrop in her eye |
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But she won't have to leave alone |
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'Cause tonight I'm takin' her home |
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Wrapped up in these lonely arms of mine |
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For she needs me to give her love and understanding |
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Some good old fashioned love and nothing else |
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She needs me to throw my loving arms around her |
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And tonight I could use some love myself |
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Yes, tonight I could use some love myself |
