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Текст (слова) песни: Rodgers, Jimmie - What`s It



I`ve got a gal,
Oh, what a gal,
She weights two hundred pounds.
But she is just my kind of gal,
the best one I have found.
Can she pet?
Oh, how she pets.
Why, each night in the park
I take my cornfed mama out
and neck where it is dark.
Oh, she takes her little what`s it were she goes.
Her little funny what`s it always shows,
But when she struts down the street,
het little what`s it can`t be beat,
`Cause she`s not too fat,
she`s not too thin,
but where she sticks out,
she should cave in.
She takes her little what`s it where she goes,
and her what`s it never grows.
But when she struts right down the street,
her little what`s it can`t be beat.
But she`s my gal,
my dog-faced gal from Nashville, Tennessee.
Oh she has feet,
and oh, what feet, she wears a number nine.
Her feet are big and she is strong,
this dog-faced gal of mine.
And when we go,
we always go to places she likees best.
I walk a while,
then she sits down
to let her what`s it rest.

 

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