| Okay here’s a song about my sweetheart down south
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| Now you might ask, «is he a fox?» |
| oh, shut your mouth!
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| Now his mama taught him to be seen and not heard
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| So, when he’s having a good time, oh he coo’s like a
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| Bird
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| Well, he hails from Atlanta, he’s got a soft southern
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| Style
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| And the way he’s put together, holy mackrel, honey
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| Chile
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| He don’t like conversation, no he’s never been one to
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| Chat
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| But when he holds me close, Good Lord, he knows exactly
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| Where it’s at
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| He gets down to the nitty gritty, he don’t waste a lot
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| Of time
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| We start to spoon and pretty soon he’s humming «Georgia
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| On My Mind»
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| And then he makes those kinky little sounds in my ear
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| They’re not in any dictionary but it’s coming through
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| Loud and clear
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| When my baby says he loves me without a single word
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| He’s my dixie hummingbird
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| Well now, he hardly ever speaks, I guess he never finds
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| The need
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| But you must admit that a thousand words don’t stack up
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| To the deed
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| He lets his actions do the talking and he tries so hard
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| To please
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| And he’s mighty fine, he’s all mine and I’m his main
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| Squeeze
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| Yeah, he’s really saying something with a language all
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| His own
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| Well, he may not know the words but he can really hum
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| Along
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| And then he makes those kinky little sounds in my ear
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| They’re not in any dictionary but he’s coming through
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| Loud and clear
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| When my baby says he loves me without a single word
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| He’s my dixie hummingbird
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| When my baby says he loves me without a single word
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| He’s my Dixie, he’s my Dixie Hummingbird |