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My girl went to the doctor cause her heart had palpitations
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He said cut the carbs, or else she'd end up pushing up carnations
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She stepped up on the scale and the doctor said, "Oh Lordy"
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If you don't drop a few, girl, you won't make it past age forty

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My girl said, "Hey lookie, on my fancy x-ray chart"
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  Said the doctor, "Holy hell that's one G.D. big ass heart"

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I'm telling you my friend, my girl's got a big ass heart
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 When she shops for groceries that heart gets its own damn cart
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 That big ass heart can pump two tons of love through her chest
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 And then sit down and win a lovin' pie-eating contest

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 I love that big ass heart so much I think it isn't fair
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 Like how your heart won't pay me back for breaking all my chairs
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 So sick with love I think I'm coming down with rickets
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When that big ass heart flies coach it has to pay for two plane tickets

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Oh, that big ass heart
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Oh, that big ass heart