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Dance With Me Under Our Willow Tree
Look at you
Pretty white hat, a flower stuck in
The same flower I picked for you
In the wildflower field you planted just for me
Maybe tonight I can thank you again
Underneath that Willow tree
We’ll make the deer blush once again
Normal jeans tossed out the window
Okay, on our bedroom floor
I sure had fun taking them off of you
You wore my favorite short white skirt
A little lacey, showing off your silky legs
So sexy with those heels you opted for
I love it when you dress up for me
Can I undo just one more button or two?
I’d like to see that lovely little number you have underneath
Your hips shakin’ as you dance
I’ll make’em shake better tonight
Don’t wear yourself out with the neighbor’s boy
Poor kid doesn’t know you’ll always be my Country Girl
Come on over here
That silly song is over
Sit upon my lap my Sexy girl
Let me slip my hands up your thighs, under your skirt
Just a sweet taste, an appetizer please
Let me have some of your sweet silkiness
I love the stares we get
As you kiss my mouth
They don’t understand our passion
Wishin’ their wives would give them the lovin’
We give each other
Frustrated you left those boys in the dust
The moment I strolled into town
Come on Baby Girl
Let’s hit the road
In your sexy truck
We’ll hide under my Willow tree
The stars and moon our romantic candles
As I show you what you mean to me
Pretty white hat, a flower stuck in
The same flower I picked for you
In the wildflower field you planted just for me
Maybe tonight I can thank you again
Underneath that Willow tree
We’ll make the deer blush once again
Normal jeans tossed out the window
Okay, on our bedroom floor
I sure had fun taking them off of you
You wore my favorite short white skirt
A little lacey, showing off your silky legs
So sexy with those heels you opted for
I love it when you dress up for me
Can I undo just one more button or two?
I’d like to see that lovely little number you have underneath
Your hips shakin’ as you dance
I’ll make’em shake better tonight
Don’t wear yourself out with the neighbor’s boy
Poor kid doesn’t know you’ll always be my Country Girl
Come on over here
That silly song is over
Sit upon my lap my Sexy girl
Let me slip my hands up your thighs, under your skirt
Just a sweet taste, an appetizer please
Let me have some of your sweet silkiness
I love the stares we get
As you kiss my mouth
They don’t understand our passion
Wishin’ their wives would give them the lovin’
We give each other
Frustrated you left those boys in the dust
The moment I strolled into town
Come on Baby Girl
Let’s hit the road
In your sexy truck
We’ll hide under my Willow tree
The stars and moon our romantic candles
As I show you what you mean to me
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