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Woman of the country now that I found you |
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Longing for your soft and fertile delta |
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And I whisper sighs to satisfy your longing |
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For the warm and tender shelter of my body |
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Oh, you're mine, yes you're mine, delta lady |
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And you're mine, be all mine, delta lady |
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Please don't ask, how many times I found you |
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Standing wet and naked in the garden |
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And I think of days and the different ways, I held you |
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We were closely touching, yes our heart was beating |
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Oh, you're mine, yes you're mine, delta lady |
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And you're mine, be all mine, delta lady |
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Oh when I'm home again in England |
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I think of you my love |
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Because, I love you, love |
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There are concrete mountains in the city |
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And pretty city women live inside them |
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Hey, but yet it seems the city scene is lacking |
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I'm so glad you're waiting for me in the country |
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Oh, you're mine, yes you're mine, delta lady |
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Yeah, you're mine, be all mine, delta lady |
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Yes, you're mine, yes you're mine, delta lady |
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Yeah, you're mine, be all mine, delta lady |
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Yes, you're mine, yes you're mine, delta lady |
