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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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