Sometimes my nails match my lips
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And my jeans hug my hips
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But I don't feel like doing all that right now
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He's on his way over
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And my hair's in a ponytail holder
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And my true colors are coming out
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He better love me when my roots are showing
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Or I'll pack up my boots and be going bye-bye-bye-bye-bye
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If it's me that he's impressed with
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Anything I might be dressed in
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Ought to be just fine
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If he's the one for me I'll know it
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He better love me when my roots are showing
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If overalls turn him off
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If he don't like the way I talk
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Well, that's alright with me
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I am a product of
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My momma, daddy, and the place I love
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What he gets is what he sees
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My Roots Are Showing
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| Crystal Shawanda |
