Five foot nine, long legs clear up to there High heel shoes, short skirt with her shoulders bare It's easy to see she's got her style down pat Got a way of walkin' like a wild bobcat Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
She likes pickup trucks and longnecks and she loves to dance She can steal your heart in a second with a single glance Skin tight jeans and a cowboy hat Hit a boy harder than a baseball bat Well you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man But I thank heaven every chance I can For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began
Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man But I thank heaven every chance I can For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began
You can find them on a city street or down a country road Natural born beauties turning heads everywhere they go Take your breath away like a tire gone flat Make a man cry like a little spoiled brat Well you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
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