| Calico quilt and muscadine wine
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| Silver moon, candlelights
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| Pretty little girl, come here
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| I want to tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear
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| Fine Merlot that you had in my yard
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| A little bit of soul from the stars
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| Gonna lay you down, make it clear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear
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| So with a turn of my head and that cotton-red sundress
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| Sitting cross-legged, bitching 'bout your ex
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| You’re turnin' me on, when they call last call
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| You said «let's get out of here»
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| Little girl, I’ll make it clear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants
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| to hear
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| Wanna talk about tomorrow like it’s a real thing
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| See you when it comes down next spring
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| Whisper nothings in your ear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear
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| So with a turn of my head and that cotton-red sundress
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| Sitting cross-legged, bitching 'bout your ex
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| You’re turnin' me on, when they call last call
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| You said «let's get out of here»
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| Pretty little girl, I’ll make it clear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants
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| to hear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear
|
| So with a turn of my head and that cotton-red sundress
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| Sitting cross-legged, bitching 'bout your ex
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| You’re turnin' me on, when they call last call
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| You said «let's get out of here»
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| Pretty little girl, I’ll make it clear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants
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| to hear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants to hear
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| I’ll tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman, tell you what a woman wants
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| to hear |