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Little Susanna, down in Louisiana
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Pretty as she can be
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All the boys want her, they even say she's gonna
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But she don't want nobody but but me
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Now I'm a lucky fellow, cause they all try to tell her
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Girl you better leave him alone
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But none of them can see what she sees in me
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She loves me way down to the bone
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She'll sit around and tease them
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Tell them she can please them
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But I know that she's taking me home
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Chorus:
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Well, well, well
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She's Louisiana hot sauce
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Hotter than a fireball
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Smoother than strawberry wine
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She's looking good as I've seen
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Strollin' in her tight jeans
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Driving me out of my mind
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Believe me there's no other
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That comes in up above her
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She knocks me right down to my knees
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Well I know I could never
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Have her any better
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She spins me like a washing machine
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And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder
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When she pours her lovin' on me
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She's Louisiana hot sauce
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Well, well, well
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She's Louisana hot sauce
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Hotter than a fireball
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Smoother than strawberry wine
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She's looking good as I've seen
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Strolling in her tight jeans
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Driving me out of my mind
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Believe me there's no other
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That comes in up above her
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She knocks me right down to my knees
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I know I could never
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Have her any better
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She spins me like a washing machine
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And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder
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When she pours her loving on me
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Well, well, well
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She's Louisana hot sauce
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Hotter than a fireball
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Smoother than strawberry wine
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She's looking good as I've seen
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Strolling in her tight jeans
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Man she's driving me out of my mind
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Belive me there's no other
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That comes in up above her
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She knocks me right down to my knees
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I know I could never
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Have it any better
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She spins me like a washing machine
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And every time I hold her, man I start to smolder
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When she pours her loving on me
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She's Louisiana hot sauce
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Louisiana hot sauce!!
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Louisiana Hot Sauce
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| Kevin Ray |
