| Long hair, flashing eyes
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| The kind of hips that make you fantasize
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| A slow smile, just meant to tease
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| One look and you’ll be weak at the knees
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| They got my head in a whirl
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| 'Cause I can’t get enough of those whiskey girls
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| They got the world at their fingertips
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| With just a look and lick of the lips
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| They understand the rhythm of the night
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| I’m in a daze, I don’t know wrong from right
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| They got my head in a whirl
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| 'Cause I can’t get enough of those whiskey girls
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| Hypnotized — by the whiskey girls
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| Compromised — out of this world
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| Lord above, could this be love
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| Ain’t no doubt about it
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| I’m crazy about the whiskey girls
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| Whiskey girls are out on the town
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| They’ll break your heart, they’ll bring you down
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| Whiskey girls are out of control
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| For just one touch you’d sell your soul
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| The moon is high I’m getting out of the line
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| Wishful thinking with a one track mind
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| I’m having flashes, oh can’t you see
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| They’re walking through my private fantasy
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| Wearing only a necklace of pearls
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| Those slow walking, long-legged whiskey girls
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| Hypnotized — by the whiskey girls
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| Compromised — out of this world
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| Hypnotized — by the whiskey girls
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| Compromised — out of this world |