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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMr. Whoever You Are
There's a girlBack roads TennesseeAnd she works in the factoryAll day on the lineThen she clocks at five finallyThere's a barThe boys treat her like a queenShe's the bell of the ball in blue jeansAnd they all get a turnJust to turn her around the floorAnd they always want moreShe says take me for one more songMr. Whoever You AreSpin me around and pull me in closeAnd the band slows downThen let's get the hell out of this barMr. Whoever You AreMr. Whoever You AreThey danceMelt to the heat of the songTheir bodies feel like they belongAnd the boys hold on tightThinking I might get lucky tonightYeah they're probably rightShe says take me for one more songMr. Whoever You AreSpin me around and pull me in closeAnd the band slows downThen let's get the hell out of this barMr. Whoever You AreMr. Whoever You AreThey hold onto her waistShe falls into the nightAnd she throws back her headShe looks toward the skyAnd she laughsAt all the pretty lightsAnd says take me for one more songMr. Whoever You AreSpin me around and pull me in closeAnd the band slows downThen let's get the hell out of this barMr. Whoever You AreMr. Whoever You AreAw Mr. Whoever You AreMr. Whoever You Are◘Frenick◘
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