Got your little secret no I will not tell
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You're trying to sober up in the highway motel
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And my hands are covered with your smell
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You begged me to stay and sing you a song
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I dance dirty for you cuz it turns you on
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And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on
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And if you weren't so old I'd probably keep you
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If you weren't so old I'd tell my friends
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But I don't think your wife would like my friends
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I've got a hit for everyday of the week
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I gave you something of mine that was so sweet
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That I've been holding on to since I was sixteen
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You call me Danny and I call you Mable
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You passed out so I flicked through cable
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And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table
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Westby
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| Kathleen Edwards |
