Well I swear your perfume, baby, is made out of turnip greens
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Every time I kiss you girl, it tastes like pork and beans
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Even though you're wearing those uptown high heels
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I can tell from your giant step you've been walking through the cotton fields
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Ohhhhhh you're so down home girl
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Every time you monkey, child, it takes my breath away
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Well, every time you move like that, girl, I got to get down and pray
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Girl, you know that dress you're wearin' made out of fiber glass
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Every time you move like that, girl, I got to go to Sunday mass
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Ohhhhhh you're so down home girl
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I'm going to take you to the muddy river and push you in
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So I can watch the water roll on down your velvet skin
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I'm gonna take you down to New Orleans, down in Dixie land
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So I can watch you do the second line with an umbrella in your hand
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Ohhhhhh you're so down home girl
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Down Home Girl
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