| She’s got a roof that don’t leak
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| When the rain’s pouring down
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| She’s got a place I can sleep
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| Where I’m safe and sound
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| She’s got a lock on her door
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| But she gave me a key
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| She don’t walk the floor
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| Oh, but she worries about me
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| Her love has no strings, shackles or chains
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| But I’m holding on for dear life
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| She’s like rolling a seven
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| Every time I roll the dice
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| She’s got a big Oldsmobile
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| She’s got a dog that don’t bite
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| She’s got a heart I can steal
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| Like a thief in the night
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| She’s got a slow burning fire
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| She keeps the radio low
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| When she gets inspired
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| We let the good times roll
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| Her love has no strings, shackles or chains
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| But I’m holding on for dear life
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| She’s like rolling a seven
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| Every time I roll the dice
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| Her love has no strings, shackles or chains
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| But I’m holding on for dear life
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| She’s like rolling a seven
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| Every time I roll the dice
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| Every time I roll, every time I roll, every time I roll
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| Every time I roll the dice
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| Every time I roll, every time I roll, every time I roll
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| Every time I roll the dice
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| Every time I roll, every time I roll, every time I roll
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| Every time I roll the dice
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| Every time I roll, every time I roll, every time I roll
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| Every time I roll the dice |