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So round, so firm, so fully packed |
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That's my gal |
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So complete from front to back |
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That's my pal |
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Toasted by the sun |
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And I'm a son of a gun |
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If she don't make my five o'clock shadow |
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Come around at one |
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You can bet your boots I'd walk a mile |
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Through the snow |
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Just to see her toothbrush smile |
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They mentioned on the radio |
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If you don't think she's a lot of fun |
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Just ask the man that owns one |
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So round, so firm, so fully packed |
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That's my gal |
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So round, so firm, so fully packed |
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That's for me |
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She's just like a money back |
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Guarantee |
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Like a bar fly goes for a drink |
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Like the Bobby Sox goes for Frank |
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Just like Jesse James would go |
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For money in the bank |
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From head to foot she's perfect size |
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She's a whiz |
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Always wears a forty five |
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Gun that is |
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She's got the look that's so impressive |
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She's got the pause that's so refreshing |
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So round, so firm, so fully packed |
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That's my gal |
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She's done told me that I'm top hand |
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Won't be long 'til she wears my brand |
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So round, so firm, so fully packed |
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That's my gal |
