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One, two, three, four, five

I said I don't get out too much, I said
She said, she said, I said two times instead
I said oh please, please, please, no
You're just not funny, ya know

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So stick around here for a week or three or four
I passed out one time by your door
It was twenty to four
Though I just can't be sure

Cinderella, Cinderella
She's my very kinda fella
Part right, half wrong
Oh, you know it won't be too long, oh yeah

And oh, you know we country boys
Are only after sex and noise
Take me, shake me, I'm a real mess, oh yes
I love the way your city girls dress
Even though your head's in a mess

Well, it was some kind of house by some kind of road
With some kind of peculiar dress code
All the boys had no style
Not one girl did she smile

I said you're making me itch, she said don't
I said I'll try my best, she said I know that you won't
But it's time you go home, while I was chewing her bone

Baby doll, baby doll
Climbing on the bedroom wall
Got no real friends at all
Maybe she's a mother or two
But I think she's into you

Take me home, take me home
Call my mother on the phone
Ella was her name when I left but now she is Rose
She got no fingers or toes

She lost them everywhere that she goes now
Lost them everywhere that she goes now
Lost them everywhere that she goes now
Lost them everywhere that she goes now

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven)

Cinderella, Cinderella
She's my very kinda fella
Part right, half wrong
Oh, you know it won't be too long, oh yeah

And oh, you know we country boys
Are only after sex and noise
Take me, shake me, I'm a real mess, oh yes
I love the way your city girls dress

Baby doll, baby doll
Climbing on the bedroom wall
Got no real friends at all
Maybe she's a mother or two
But I think she's into you

Take me home, take me home
Call my mother on the phone
Ella was her name when I left but now she is Rose
She got no fingers or toes
She lost them everywhere that she goes, now

Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes

Writer(s): John Lawler

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