She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat
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Always passes on the butter pats
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She's regimented resolute
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Looks dang good in her birthday suit
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She wishes I would walk the line
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But most the time I don't
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She treats her body like a temple
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And I treat mine like a honky tonk
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CHORUS
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I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes
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And hang out with the band
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The only exercise I get is curling 12 ounce cans
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Her motto is just do it
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Mine's do what you want
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She treats her body like a temple
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And I treat mine like a honky tonk
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She never goes no where till she does her hair
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And takes the time to find the perfect thing to wear
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Me I'm out on the town
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In day old Bermuda's with the zipper down
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She smells like a field of flowers
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And I smell like a swamp
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She treats her body like a temple
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And I treat mine like a honky tonk
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She Treats Her Body Like a Temple
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| Confederate Railroad |
