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Brooks And Dunn Borderline Mama Don't Get Dressed Up For Nothing She said hey cowboy get off of that couch Yeah, the party's on you and we're goin' out I got my low cut dress and my knee high boots I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose You're the man of the house you better think of something 'Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing She said I been cooped up in this house all week It's time to pick it up and move it down to party street She saddle up hoss it's your lucky day And I'm a she cat tiger comin' out of the cage We can go high rollin' or beer joint jumpin' Mama don't get dressed up for nothing She's hard to handle, a little high strung I'll see her bet and I'll raise her one I love it when she gets wound up I'm her Jack of Hearts, she's my Lady Luck We're gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar We gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor Set up the shooters and break out the green Throw a whole roll of quarters in the boogie machine We gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox humpin' 'Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing She said babe you better think of something 'Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing |
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