Some come for the music some for romance
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You gotta be with the boy that brought you to the dance
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Then across the room there comes a casual glance
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And you be making some dime even half the chance
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Now some like to look and some like to touch
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All the things that they can't have way too much
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Some like to get real close to the flame
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Once you feel the heat you know they're never the same
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Why do we want what we know we can't have
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Why don't we want what's in the palm of our hands
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Why we're always lookin' at what's just out of our grasp
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Why do we want what we know we can't have
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[ guitar ]
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Well Susie was out drivin' her new Corvette
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She hadn't made that second payment yet
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She rear ended a Semi but not by choice she was a rubberneckin' a new Rolls Royce
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Oh why do we want...
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Yeah why do we want...
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Why Do We Want What We Know
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| Reba Mcentire |
