She got long brown hair,
Both here and there
Her name is Jean,
She talk obscene
She ain’t no wilting flower,
She didn’t come down in the last shower
I got to love that girl
I got to love that girl
I got to love that girl, I got her tattooed on my brain
She drinks and smokes,
She laugh at my jokes
She give me secret smiles,
She doesn’t dress in style
Well she never been to college
But she give me the best kind of knowledge
I got to love that girl
I got to love that girl
I got to love that girl, I got her tattooed on my brain
She take me by the hand,
You know I feel I expand
She kiss me deep and long,
She make me right from wrong
I can’t imagine life without her,
She says the same and how could I doubt her
I got to love that girl
I got to love that girl
I got to love that girl, I got her tattooed on my brain
She got me in her palm She come off a farm
She make me feel I belong/
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