By David Allan Coe
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SHE'S EVERYTHING YOU LOOK FOR IN THAT KIND OF WOMAN
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SHELL DRINK WHISKEY AND DANCE TILL THE CHAMPAGNES ALL GONE
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SHELL BE RIGHT THERE WHEN THE AIR FROM THE OCEAN IS CALLING
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TELLING YOU, SAILOR BEWARE! SOMETHING IS WRONG!
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BUT TOUCHING HER MIGHT MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR BLUES TONIGHT
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HOLDING HER MIGHT STOP THE PAIN IN TIME
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KISSING HER MIGHT TAKE AWAY THE LONELINESS YOU FELL
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BUT LOVING HER WILL MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR MIND
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JUST LIKE THE MOON AND THE STARS SHELL BE GONE IN THE MORNING
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LEAVING YOU EMPTY AND DRAINED, LIKE THE TIDE YOU'LL BE LOW
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LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO TAKE THAT WILL MAKE IT ALL BETTER
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YOU'LL TRY TO BUY HER WITH PRESENTS , BUT SAILOR I KNOW.
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Loving Her (Will Make You Lose Your Mind)
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| David Allan Coe |
