The way she's walkin',
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Starts talkin' among the boys hangin' out
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They want to take her out
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But she won't have a thing to do with nobody but me.
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The way she's looking got those hips cooking
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Got their heads turning, got their hearts burning
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But she won't have a thing to do with nobody but me
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Now, she won't have a thing to do
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With nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me,
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She's my woman, she's my lover
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Ain't nobody gonna get no part of her
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They can look but they can't touch
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The woman I lay down at night and love.
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[Instrumental]
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Ain't no danger of a stranger ever getting closer
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Than these arms that hold her
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But she won't have a thing to do with nobody but me.
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Now, she won't have a thing to do
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With nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me.
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Now, She won't have a thing to do
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With nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but me.
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Nobody but me, nobody but me, no, no, no, no, no, no, oooo, ooo, ooo...
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(She Won't Have A Thing To Do With) Nobody But Me
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| Alabama |
