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Cotton flannel on a front porch swing | Leather jacket and some tight blue jeans | Don't get me started on the things I think
Cotton flannel on a front porch swing Leather jacket and some tight blue jeans Don't get me started on the things I think When you're wearing nothing but them soft white sheets, yeah Listen, baby, you can put on anything What drives me crazy Is seeing you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Girl, there ain't a look you can't pull off But nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk Smoke rings, glowing greens and reds They hug your body like a long black dress It's tailor made for your silhouette Ooh, nothing steals my breath Like seeing you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Girl, there ain't a look you can't pull off But nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk Sipping and swaying and singing Girl, all I'm saying is it fits you like a glove Listen, baby, you can put on anything But I just go crazy Seeing you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Girl, there ain't a look you can't pull off Nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Nah, there ain't a look you can't pull off But nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk Ah, in a honky-tonk In a honky-tonk
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