She can sparkle like the moonlight on the river,
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At times her words can cut you like a knife,
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She's got a way of being tough and tender,
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But she'll always be the highlight of my life.
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Chorus:
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Sometimes she's hotter than the thirty-first of August,
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And colder than a February morn,
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But Heaven knows I'm always more than willing,
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To hold that ever-changing woman in my arms.
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There's days she almost loves me down to nothing,
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Then turns around and hates my very soul,
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So I always wear a T-shirt and a jacket,
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Just in case that woman's running hot to cold.
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Chorus:
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Sometimes she's hotter than the thirty-first of August,
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And colder than a February morn,
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But Heaven knows I'm always more than willing,
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To hold that ever-changing woman in my arms.
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I've got that ever-changing woman in my arms.
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I love that ever-changing woman in my arms.
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I've got that
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Ever Changing Woman
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| Merle Haggard |
