She turns every head comin' down the sidewalk
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In that red sundress that she just bought
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Causin' a traffic jam on a green light
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A string of pearls showin' off a suntan
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And all those curls dancin' around in her Ray Bans
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If you think that's somethin' to see
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You ought to see her when she's...
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On that front porch in those cut-off jeans
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And that Texas Longhorn t-shirt hair dryin' in the breeze
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Hummin' along to some old Haggard song
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You ought to see her when she's on
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Down at the office in those high heels
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Lookin' like a million closin' big deals
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She'll remind the boys my eyes are way up here
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Yeah, that'll make you smile ear to ear
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You ought to see her when she's on...
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[Chorus]
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That leather couch, readin' that fairytale
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To a sleepy-eyed little girl in pajamas and ponytails
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Sayin' one day your prince charmin' will come along
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You ought to see her when she's on
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You ought to see her when she's on...
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That front porch in those ole cut off jeans
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In that Texas Longhorn T-shirt, Smilin' Back at me
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If you see her dressed to kill, and it's drops your jaw.
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You outta see er when she's on...
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[Chorus]
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That leather couch readin' that fairytale
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That's when she's on, that's when she's on
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That front porch, in those cut-off jeans
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That's when she's on
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Whoa, when she's on
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That's when she's on
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When She's On
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Chris Young |