| She blew thru town on the fourth of July
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| Red, white and blue, guns a blazing
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| She took no prisoners if you caught her eye
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| And men just found her amazing
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| First she gave the teacher private lessons, more than twice
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| Next she took the preacher on a three day trip to paradise
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| They tried to hold her, keep her, but they never could
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| She’s got the goods
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| Men stood in line just to play in her game
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| To win her love and affection
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| Some jumped for joy, some went insane
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| Each time she made a selection
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| Even Bill the banker who always had a heart like ice
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| Became a gamblin' fool, then she rolled him like a pair of dice
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| He tried to hold her, keep her but he never could
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| She’s got the goods
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| Then she was gone, not a single goodbye
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| And you could hear men sighing
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| There was some talk ‘bout the FBI
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| Chasing her down, but they’re lying
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| From Maine to California, Fairbanks to Miami Beach
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| Everybody wants her, but she’s always just out of reach
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| They’d love to hold her, keep her, if they only could
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| She’s got the goods
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| Once in a while she will drop ‘em a line
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| Then half the town talks about it
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| She sends her love, she’s doin' fine
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| They all just smile, they don’t doubt it
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| Hearts start beating faster, dreamin' bout those magic nights
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| When they flirted with disaster and how she made ‘em feel alive
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| Yes in their dreams they hold her, like they never could
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| She’s got the goods
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| She blew thru town on the forth of July |