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Klaus Hoffmann
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Georgia
I met her down in new orleans She was hanging out a bit Having a drink or two She bought a round, she sat on down And lit a cigarette and said: 'boy have you got a night ahead of you'
Well maybe i was taken By the fancy way she walks Maybe it was the perfume in her hair Or maybe i just fell for her and the Southern way she talks: Talk like she didn't have no cares
She said: 'call me georgia, call me a bad, bad girl' 'call me anything in the whole wide world' 'but don't you call me 'baby', cause i ain't your girl' 'just call me georgia and honey i'll rock yer world'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com She had a tattooed rose, she ain't afraid to show Yeah she drinks, she spits, she curses Drives the wrong way down the one way streets She keeps a whiskey bottle by her bed And a pistol in her purse, and she Can drive a strong man down to his beggin knees
She said: 'call me georgia, call me a bad, bad girl' 'call me anything in the whole wide world' 'but don't you call me 'baby', cause i ain't your girl' 'just call me georgia and honey i'll rock yer world'
I see her around sometimes, she's A hanging out a bit Having a drink or two (or three, or four) She starts that walkin' that smooth southern drawl And she hooks herself a more recent kind of fool
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