She got her daddy's tongue and temper
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Sometimes her mouth could use a filter
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God shook his head the day he built her
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Oh, but I bet he smiled
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She loves and lives her life, unruly
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Tears up that dirt road up in a dualy
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Dangerous, absolutely
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And in a little while
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She'll be roundin' that corner on three wheels
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Ain't slowin down, yellin, "Come on, jump in"
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Always up to somethin, crazy, got nothin' on her
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She ain't right
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She ain't right
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She ain't right
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But she's just right for me
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She says she wants to meet my momma
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I said, "I don't think you oughta
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Be like mixin' oil and water"
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But by midnight, she had
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Momma on the coffee table, dancin'
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Comin' unwound
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Good God, I swear, can't take her anywhere
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What's the girl gonna do next?
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She ain't right
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She ain't right
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She ain't right
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But she's just right for me
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Every once in a while, she gives me that smile
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And says, "I just don't see somebody like you
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Lovin' somebody like me"
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She ain't right
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No, she ain't right
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She ain't right
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She ain't right
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She ain't right
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But she's just right, she's just right
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She's just right for me
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Mmm, she's just right, she's just right
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She ain't right but she's just right for me
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She Ain't Right
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| Lee Brice |
