HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM NASHVILLE'S DEMOLITION CREW!!!
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THE RIGHT KIND OF CRAZY (K. Zuccarelli, J. D'Agostino)
First time that I saw her she was tearing through the mud
High up on a tractor, having her some good ol' fun
And I was thinking I ain't never met a woman who got dirty like that
Raindrops started falling, I was gonna run like hell,
Till she pulled off her jacket, Zeppelin-Tee-shirt got all wet and
I could tell that she was someone who was really good at being bad
Yeah those kiss me, green eyes were driving me mad
She's a Bud light on a Friday night party girl
A glass of red wine, by the fire, hiding from the world
Who rocks them blue jeans
Loves karaoke on a Wednesday singin' Supertramp
Sunday mornings there's a bible sitting on her lap
Yeah she's the wrong kind of right
And the right kind of crazy ----
Said I'll pick you up at seven, she said better not be late
I said how about a chick flick, she said how's a good car chase
And we were digging through that extra buttered popcorn like a couple of champs
Tried to get a little closer, reached my arm around her shoulder, the second
that she noticed, started cursing like a trucker,
Man I never thought that pretty pair of lips could utter words like that
Then she held my hand and started to laughed
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BRIDGE
And I'd be crazy, crazy, crazy to ever let her go
Yeah she's a bud-light on a friday night party girl, yup!!
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