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You're the kind of woman make a man talk trash
Flash some cash, make a splash
Dressing in a suit to go Sunday mass
Just to get close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit
I just wanna get close to you

You're the kind of woman make a grown man cry
Act real shy, feel tongue-tied
Point out imperfections in the other guys
Just to stay close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
I don't have to see you in your birthday suit
I just wanna get close to you

I'm a sweet old daddy with a schoolboy crush
When we touch makes me blush
You're the kind of woman turns my mind to mush
When I get close to you

You're the kind of woman that's so darned cute
You don't seem real, it won't compute
God, I'd love to see you in your birthday suit
And I wanna get close to you