My baby puts her hairspray on With a lit cigarette in her mouth Takes her fingernail polish off Speedin' down some rural route Got a carburetor so leaned out I think she's burnin' Pam I'm the son of a locker salesman She calls me her lover man
Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my
Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
She once trained a horse to do cartwheels Put a coyote in a sleeper hold Her heart's been pierced by love repeatedly But her mind is magnetic and bold All she ever got outta women's college Was some kind of fifth degree Seems she couldn't keep her skirts Far enough down below her knee
Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my
Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
When that sun comes up She'll be deadheadin' all alone She's been up all night Just tryin' to beat that red guy home
She brings me coffee in her careless panties Hickory cane and an old straw hat Fringe velcro'd to a buckskin jacket Cause daddy never let her leave the house lookin' like that
She's so beautiful it hurts my feelings I think she's been around once or twice A thousand years of hearts she's been stealin' I'm happy to pay love's sacrifice
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