Heart Of The Matter
Trashy Women
You say you don't know what it is,
To dance all in a line,
I'm sure that if you tried it,
You'd be glad you took the time,
You'd get the chance to boogie down,
And ‘stomp it' to the beat,
With rows of ‘trashy women',
Leather boots upon their feet,
With denim jeans just painted on,
A Stetson sat just right,
I'm sure you'd find a reason there,
To stay and dance all night,
For even you would surely find,
A woman you'd adore,
So many there to choose from,
On a polished hardwood floor.
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Trashy Women
Trashy Women
