| She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat:
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| Always passes on the butter pats.
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| She’s regimented, resolute,
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| Looks dang good in her birthday suit.
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| She wishes I would walk the line,
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| But most the time I don’t.
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| She treats her body like a temple,
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| And I treat mine like a honky tonk.
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| I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes,
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| And hang out with the band.
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| The only exercise I get is curling 12 ounce cans.
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| Her motto is: «Just do it.»
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| An' mine’s: «Do what you want.»
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| She treats her body like a temple,
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| Hey, I treat mine like a honky tonk.
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| She never goes no where till she does her hair,
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| And takes the time to find the perfect thing to wear.
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| Me, I’m out there on the town,
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| In day-old Bermuda’s with the zipper down.
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| She smells like a field of flowers,
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| And I smell like a swamp.
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| She treats her body like a temple,
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| And I treat mine like a honky tonk.
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| I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes,
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| And hang out with the band.
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| The only exercise I get,
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| Is curling 12 ounce cans.
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| Her motto is: «Just do it.»
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| An' mine’s: «Do what you want.»
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| She treats her body like a temple,
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| And I treat mine like a honky tonk.
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| Instrumental break.
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| Her motto is: «Just do it.»
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| An' mine’s: «Do what you want.»
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| She treats her body like a temple,
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| I treat mine like a honky tonk.
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| She treats her body like a temple,
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| I treat mine like a honky tonk.
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| Aw boys, don’t quit on me now, huh.
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| Instrumental fade out. |