It's like the world took a brush
and threw it in the air.
I'd saw the lord painted you with the devils hair.
I say a little prayer
Run my fingers through your hair.
And if the world ended there
I wouldn't care.
I'll be checkin' out your @$$
Still be thinking' bout your mind.
During the apocalypse
you might find me staring at your hips
I don't think the man who made you would mind,
he made you fine.
You should just shine baby!
That's my bitty
lord ain't she pretty.
I get lost
she gets me found.
I know that she knows her way around.
Often dreaming of a place,
filled up with nothin' but space.
Hanging my clothes out on your line
in the summertime.
It's getting hot outside,
and I never did mind having to strip you down
and get bare.
That's my bitty
lord ain't she pretty.
I get lost
she gets me found.
I know that she knows her way around.
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