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I like the way she orders
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Just one draw
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Sips it all night through a soda straw
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I like the way she smiles
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When I ask her to dance
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I love the way it feels
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When she takes my hand
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What really makes my heart start doing it's thing
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Is when she slides up close
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And talks at twang!
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She says
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Give me some sugar when she wants a kiss
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That country bent accent is hard to resist
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She get's my motor running
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When she says how about
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We drive out in the country
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And go to town
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She's sure got her own way of puttin' things
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She talks to my heart
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When she talks at twang!
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Chorus:
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I heard her sweet and nothing's whisper once or twice
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Lots of pretty words, sounded real nice
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I thought I just about heard it all
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Until I heard I love you with a drawl ya'll
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Every word from her sweet lips
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Falls slow and easy like her tender kiss
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She can read a phone book
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Make it sing
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She talks to my heart
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When she talks at twang!
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She says it's getting late
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Could I carry her home
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Later in her drive way, all alone
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I ask her for one more kiss goodnight
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She reckons and she figures that it be alright
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She hops out of my car and says see you sweet thing
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She talks to my heart
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When she talks at twang
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Chorus:
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I heard her sweet and nothing's whisper once or twice
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Lots of pretty words sounded real nice
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I thought I just about heard it all
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Until I heard, I love you with a drawl, ya'll
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Every word, from her sweet lips
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Falls slow and easy like her tender kiss
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She can read a phone book
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Make it sing
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She talks to my heart
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When she talks at twang!
|
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She can read a phone book
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Make it sing
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She talks to my heart
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When she talks at twang!
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Oh, talk at twang! baby
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Twang!
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| Kevin Ray |
