She pulled her hair back to sun her shoulders
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Took the oil and rubbed it all over her soft skin
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Oh, I'm a lucky man
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She wasn't wantin' any suntan lines so she
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Reached back and she untied that little string
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Oh, and then she smiled at me
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And blew a kiss right off her fingertips
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I don't know what it is
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But there's something about a woman
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Yeah, some kind sweet little something
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That I may never understand
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Yeah, some kind of gift they're given
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That makes this life worth livin'
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And it makes a man a man
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Oh, there's nothing like that something
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About a woman
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I sat there for a while and wondered
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And she took a nap there under that summer sky
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Oh, and then I realized
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There are things in life that are meant to be
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Maybe left a mystery
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Oh, like that something about a woman
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Yeah, some kind sweet little something
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That I may never understand
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Yeah, some kind of gift they're given
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That makes this life worth livin'
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And it makes a man a man
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Oh, there's nothing like that something
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About a woman
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Yeah, some kind of gift they're given
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That makes this life worth livin'
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And it makes a man a man
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Oh, I'm nothing without that something
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About a woman, oh, about a woman
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Something About A Woman
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| Jake Owen |
