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I hate that twelve-point buck yeah He mounted on my wall And I hate that flat screen TV 'Cause I lose him on Sundays in the fall And I hate that old Firebird Ridin' up on blocks out in the rain yeah But I love everything about him when he turns his love on me When he lifts me in his arms And throws me on the couch This country girl goes crazy When he takes me way down south I'm as much a woman as a woman can be When he turns his love on me Well I hate his ex-girlfriend And her drunken doll routine And I hate when he drinks Cuervo He's insane with just champagne And I hate that rusty passport And those bathroom Playboy magazines But I love everything about him when he turns his love on me When he lifts me in his arms And throws me on the couch This country girl goes crazy When he takes me way down south I'm as much a woman as a woman can be When he turns his love on me yeah I'm as much a woman as a woman can be When he turns his love on me yeah When he turns his love on me |