She doesn't dare go in the place
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With those bruises on her face
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So she goes through the drive-thru
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And keeps her sunglasses on
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She didn't know when she married that man
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She'd get to him like the back of his hand
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But now she's had enough
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Battle lines are drawn
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He's in a bar chasin' triple with Bacardi
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He doesn't know she's been takin' karate
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The way she figures it about July
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She'll finally have the belt
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To match her eye
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She's on a mission as the months pass
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Five days a week and never misses a class
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Now she's up to brick and bolt and concrete [?]
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He's in a bar chasin' triple with Bacardi
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He doesn't know she's been takin' karate
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Now here it is just about July
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She's gonna get that belt
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To match her eye
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He stumbled through the door tonight
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He started treatin' her rough
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Well she took one look at him and her training kicked in
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Well she finally had enough
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He threw a punch, she spun around
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Grabbed his arm and put him on the ground
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Grabbed a cuttin' board on his way down
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And she kicked it in half...
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He's on the floor like he went around with Rocky
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He didn't know she's been takin' karate
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A hundred bucks says tomorrow night
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She's got a brand new belt
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That's gonna match his eye
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He doesn't dare go in the place
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With those bruises on his face
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So he goes through the drive-thru
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With his sunglasses on
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Karate
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| Brad Paisley |
