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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWrong Ones (Feat. Tim McGraw)
Lift kit on a limousine, I gotTen problems down in Tennessee, and IAin't got the time to fix 'em allSkipped breakfast at Tiffany's for aLittle sermon with BethanyNow I'm sittin' at a bar on 17th, and I'm goneWith them cold ones comin'And that smoke fillin' up my lungsI got fuck-you money, girlCome on and get you someAnd it's hard to walk a straight lineWhen they curvin' up them jeansI'm just lookin' for the right oneBut them wrong ones keep lookin' at meStraight outta Louisian', I'm aBad boy, real good man, got aSix-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the worldI can't help that they wanna glanceAin't one that don't wanna danceBunch of cowboys sayin', "Please don't take the girl"Keep them cold ones comin'And that smoke fillin' up my lungsI got country money, honeyCome on and get you someAnd it's hard to walk a straight lineThe way they curvin' up them jeansI'm just lookin' for the right oneBut them wrong ones keep lookin' at me
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