| Got a zero-turn John Deere gassed up sittin' right there
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| Cup holder cold beer in case I get hot
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| Five gallon can of paint and a picket fence callin' my name
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| Old truck in the driveway sure needs a wash
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| Then you come walking
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| I can’t help but stop and stare
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| You give me that look, you know that look
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| Like, «Baby, come over here»
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| Just one kiss, maybe one more
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| Baby, next thing you know
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| We’re sitting on a swing, doing our thing
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| While the sun disappears
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| It’s no wonder I can’t get nothin' done around here
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| All my friends come by, see that grass knee high
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| Bet they’re all wonderin' why I let it get like that
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| I bet they think I’m lazy, oh, if they saw you baby
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| Smiling at me that way, maybe they’d understand
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| Then you come walking
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| I can’t help but stop and stare
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| You give me that look, you know that look
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| Like, «Baby, come over here»
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| Just one kiss, maybe one more
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| Baby, next thing you know
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| We’re sitting on a swing, doing our thing
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| While the sun disappears
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| It’s no wonder I can’t get nothin' done around here
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| Oh, I love wasting my time like this
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| Never crossin' nothin' off my list
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| Then you come walking
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| I can’t help but stop and stare
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| You give me that look, you know that look
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| Like, «Baby, come over here»
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| Just one kiss, maybe one more
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| Baby, next thing you know
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| We’re sitting on a swing, doing our thing
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| While the sun disappears
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| It’s no wonder I can’t get nothin' done around here
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| Can’t get nothin' done around here
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| Oh no
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| I really should go paint that fence, baby
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| It feels good up here on this swing though |