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storm blew a tree down in my backyard, my axe wouldn't cut it and my saw wouldn't start, good excuse for a trip to the hardware store, to give that little hottie workin' a thrill de' jour, i know that she digs me 'cause when i walked in, here she come a runnin' with a can i help you grin, like a puppy on a leash she followed me around, i left her droolin' at the mouth when i walked out, but i guess you had to be there, to believe what i saw, her blue eyes glued to my liberty coveralls, she didn't have a prayer, but i guess you had to be there, i'm pretty sure she meant to drop that can of w.d. so i could see her bend over in her tight blue jeans, i was eye to eye with taz and a tweety tattoo, forced to play a little game of peek-a-boo, then she led me down the aisle by the pipe and glue, asked me if i had any plumbing to do, hands planted firm on the curve of her hip, looked to me like she was lookin' for a little lip to lip, but i guess you had to be there, to believe what i saw, her blue eyes glued to my liberty coveralls, she didn't have a prayer, but i guess you had to be there, she even did that little finger thingy through her hair, practically undressed me with her playboy stare, i gave her back that look that she was lookin' for, i think that she forgot that we was in that store, but i guess you had to be there, to believe what i saw, her blue eyes glued to my liberty coveralls, she didn't have a prayer, but i guess you had to be there, yeah i guess you had to be there, to believe what i saw, her blue eyes glued to my liberty coveralls, she didn't have a prayer, but i guess you had to be there

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Artist: craig morgan