Honey, I think you lied to me underneath those summer skies.
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Rubbing it in with a slight touch of sin to reason my wildest desires.
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Now, you can do anything that we did last summer with a different beat and a brand new drummer.
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I must have been asleep at the wheel while you were changing your song.
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You rubbed it in all wrong.
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You rubbed it in all wrong.
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Honey I ain't your man you got sand in your hand.
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Time for me to move along.
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You rubbed it in all wrong.
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I don't know who you think you are.
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But, I sure know who you ain't.
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I've got a notion you've been using bad lotion.
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That's starting to peel of my paint.
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You've been a making you rounds all over this town.
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I hear your getting ready for a new look back.
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Time for me to say good-bye.
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I hung around too long.
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You rubbed it in all wrong
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You rubbed it in all wrong.
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Honey I ain't your man you got sand in your hand.
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Time for me to move along.
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You rubbed it in all wrong.
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(TALK)
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Put a little right there.
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ahh Honey you got sand in your hand.
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Swich hands for me.
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That's much better.
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You got it baby keep on rubin'
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You Rubbed It In All Wrong
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| Billy "Crash" Craddock |
