Clementine

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She my little Clementine
Ain't tall but she mighty fine
And her jeans just don't fit right
Shawty got me in love
She my little Clementine
Baby girl got some dynamite
Southern girls are just my type
Shorty got me in love

Smell like daisies, but she ain't got her dukes on
Clothes half off, I don't need a coupon
Love the way her Moon shines on the futon
I only ring my southern bell with her boots on
Shorty went and drop a dollar for my new song
Touch Tunes Tuesday, get her groove on
Death threats 'cause her ex can't move on
Never stress 'cause my baby keeps a tool on

She's a line dance leader
Lookin' fine as hell, blue jeans and a beater
Shorty got the juice, and she love when I squeeze her
Summertime, Clementine, ain't nothin' sweeter

When her sundress hit the floor, yes, ma'am
Got me singin' country songs, goddamn
And a home cooked meal, that's my favorite day
When it's time for dessert, she just sit on my face
She tastes like Clementine, she the juiciest, the ripest
Hunting pics got her on the no-fly list
Small town, she ain't got a lot of mileage
Good Lord, these southern girls righteous
Tennessee shorty
Whisper in her ear softly
Got some Zyns on me
She can't get off of me
Then she took some whiskey straight to the face
That's the time and the place, that I knew it was fate