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Lord knows I got a type | And there's a few in here tonight | Well, I've learned my lesson too many times
Lord knows I got a type And there's a few in here tonight Well, I've learned my lesson too many times Blondes like you put me through hell and I need somethin' new I need a brown-eyed, 5'5, north side of the Mason-Dixon line Kind ain't climbed up in a four-wheel drive that's lifted Never been fishin', never been muddin' Gotta be, gotta be one that don't remind me of you there beside me I need to find me a brunette One man don't smoke when she drinks Or know them songs we used to sing I'd rather be lonely when it's time to leave At 2 am, go 'head out with some girl that ain't your opposite I need a brown-eyed, 5'5, north side of the Mason-Dixon line Kind ain't climbed up in a four-wheel drive that's lifted Never been fishin', never been muddin' Gotta be, gotta be one that don't remind me of you there beside me I need to find me a brunette When it comes to that next head on my chest Won't be a bit of blonde on her head You ruined that for me when you left, since you left I need a brown-eyed, 5'5, north side of the Mason-Dixon line Kind ain't climbed up in a four-wheel drive that's lifted Never been fishin', never been muddin' Gotta be, gotta be one that don't remind me of you there beside me I need to find me a brunette
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