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Well I swear your perfume babe is made out of turnip greens
Every time I kiss you girl it tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearing those uptown high heels
I can tell from your giant step you've been walking through the cotton fields
Ohhhhh you're sooooo down home girl
Every time you monkey child takes my breath away
Well every time you move like that girl I got to get down and pray
Girl you know that dress you're wearing is made out of fiber glass
Every time you move like that girl I got to go to Sunday Mass
Ohhhhh you're sooooo down home girl
I'm gonna to take you to the muddy river and push you in
So I can watch the water roll on down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you down to New Orleans down in Dixie land
So I can watch you do the second line with an umbrella in your hand
Ohhhhh you're sooooo down home girl
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