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Confederate Railroad - She Treats Her Body Like a Temple lyrics
She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat Always passes on the butter pats She's regimented resolute Looks dang good in her birthday suit She wishes I would walk the line But most the time I don't She treats her body like a temple And I treat mine like a honky tonk CHORUS I cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes And hang out with the band The only exercise I get is curling 12 ounce cans Her motto is just do it Mine's do what you want She treats her body like a temple And I treat mine like a honky tonk She never goes no where till she does her hair And takes the time to find the perfect thing to wear Me I'm out on the town In day old Bermuda's with the zipper down She smells like a field of flowers And I smell like a swamp She treats her body like a temple And I treat mine like a honky tonk |
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