(Blake Lasater/Ed Lasater/Raymond Faulkner)
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Molly was a beauty queen
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Prettiest thing you ever seen
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Don't you know she was a stone cold walkin', talkin'
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Drop dead good lookin' livin' dream
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But somehow Eddy caught her eye
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And everybody wondered why
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'Cause Eddy was a hard-headed, bull-ridin'
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Fast livin' son of a gun
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Oh, but he was hot, hot to Molly
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And just what Molly sees in him, nobody knows
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But the boy was hot, hot to Molly
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Even in a bed of thorns
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You can sometimes find a rose
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When Eddy asked for Molly's hand
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That's when it really hit the fan
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'Cause Molly's daddy asid that Eddy would wind up
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A hard luck, heart-breakin' ramblin' man
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But Molly had the final say
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She married Eddy anyway
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And the fire's so hot
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It makes a jalapeno pepper seem cold
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Oh, but he was hot, hot to Molly
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And just what Molly sees in him, nobody knows
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But the boy was hot, hot to Molly
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Even in a bed of thorns
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You can sometimes find a rose
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Oh, the boy's still hot, hot to Molly
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And just what Molly sees in him, nobody knows
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But the boy was hot, hot to Molly
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Even in a bed of thorns
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You can sometimes find a rose
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Hot To Molly
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| Mila Mason |
