She walks around late at night
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In my old Allman Brothers t-shirt
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And not much else
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There's a hint of her perfume
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In the air, she lets her hair dry
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All by itself
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Then she shits down next to me and paints her toes
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And asks me why I'm staring
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(Chorus:)
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She knows what she does to me
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All the little things set fire to my soul
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And i love that girl, and i go out of my way
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To find a way every day
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To make sure she knows
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I might call to say, "How's your day?"
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Or stop off at the Chevrom
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And buy a rose
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I might save a little cash from my check
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And get that dress
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She thought she'd have to sew
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I'll make her a card and scratch out words
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And still not get it right
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(Chorus)
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She knows what she does to me
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All the little things that set fire to my soul
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And I love that girl, and I go out of my way
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To find a way every day
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To make sure
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To make damn sure she knows
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Ooh...
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She Knows
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| James Otto |
