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Dean Roxie

Dean Roxie

Every Day Girl

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All right! Watch this!
I can cook in French;
I can darn and stitch;
I can work a wrench,
And if it is so required,
Well, I can change a tire.

I sweat when I do it;
Put my heart into it.
I've really fine tuned it;
I don't even have to be asked.
Yeah, I can mow me some grass.
That's right!

And I could plow a field wearing high heels if I wanted.
Yeah, I think a tractor's sexy if I'm on it.

Well, I'm a twenty-first century,
Nothing ever gets to me,
Lipstick, modern chick,
Little bit of country hick,
Millenium Mama,
Do anything I wanna do girl.
I'm just an everyday girl.
(Everyday. Everyday.)

I'm still a little old fashioned:
I believe in passion.
But just because he's asking,
Don't mean I'm giving it up;
No, it's got to be love.
(Give me love, give me love, give me love.)

I'm a head first, jumping in, do or die, sink or swim lover.
And there isn't any reason why he couldn't take me home to meet his mother.

I'm a twenty-first century,
Nothing ever gets to me,
Lipstick, modern chick,
Little bit of country hick,
Millenium Mama,
Do anything I wanna do girl.
I'm just an everyday girl.

But I'm a woman,
I'm a strong one.
Don't want no one,
Who doesn't understand.

I'm a twenty-first century,
Nothing ever gets to me,
Lipstick, modern chick,
Little bit of country hick,
Millenium Mama,
Do anything I wanna do girl.

I am just a twenty-first century,
Nothing ever gets to me,
Lipstick, modern chick,
Little bit of country hick,
Millenium Mama,
Do anything I wanna do girl.
I'm just an everyday girl. (Everyday.)
I'm your (Everyday girl.) everyday girl.

Oh, yeah, I'm a twenty-first century,
Nothing ever gets to me girl.
(Everyday. Everyday girl.)
That's me all right.
(Everyday. Everyday girl.)
(Everyday. Everyday girl.)

To fade.

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