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Sugary sweet like an apple pie,
The apple of my eye-
Sugar and cinnamon spice,
Can’t help but to take another more slice.
She’s a real country delicacy,
Makes girls turn green with jealousy-
She’s a real hot country honey,
Makes you feel like a millionaire,
When you ain’t got the money.
She’s some sweet Banana pudding.
She’s a taste of the sweeter country side,
And she can definitely glide.
She’s sweet as the sweetest peach.
Got some skills you can’t teach.
She’s the queen of the two-step-
She’s a tonic that gives you a real pep.
She’s a country pageant queen,
Everyone turning all shades of green.
She’s some real strong moonshine,
And she knows how to kick a good line-
Fine as an F-150, sweet as country whiskey-
I’m going to make that country honey mine.
A shine brighter than all the stars in Texas,
And that sweet smile’s infectious.
She knows all about the Alamo,
And she wears a vest covered in calico.
And you can cause a fuss,
Or throw out every cuss-
All until the cows come home,
But that country girl is hotter than blazes.
And if she don’t mind-
I’d love to make her mine,
Because she’s fine.