I saw you there a headin up
the rank and file
I hope I'll be seein you
'round for awhile
Sweet 'n' sassy,
better than all the rest
You didn't have to study
when you passed the test
The way you move 'n' shake it
is a cryin shame
Can't think about my woman
and you're to blame
God's a perfect Saint
to make somethin like you
Your hot sweet lovin ways
are for the proud and few
It's why, I'm gettin, gettin, ready
gettin ready to get
don't be messin
with the state I'm in.
Gettin getting ready
gettin ready to get
don't be messin
with the state I'm in.
You're more than what it takes
to make me stop and stare.
Gettin', gettin' ready
gettin' ready to get.
I like the way you stink,
the way you part your hair.
Gettin' gettin ready
gettin ready to get.
You move them hips in ways
that tell me you got class.
Gettin ' gettin' ready
gettin' ready to get.
I love the way you told that punk
to kiss your ass
So, now, I'm gettin' gettin' ready
gettin' ready to get
So don't be messin
with the state I'm in.
Gettin' gettin' ready
gettin' ready to get
Don't be messin
with the state I'm in
Bear eat the honey of the bee that stings.
Roll like tumbleweed
when your telephone ring
When you want it and you need it
and you're breaking all the rules
to get what you wanna get
when you're winnin'
but you're not there yet
Lost your safety net
Best not be messin'
with the state I'm in.
cuz, you'd be messin'
with a heater
bigger
badder
and meaner
than the Lone Star State of Texas..
Buddy Bee Anthony Songs
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Re-edited 12/18/2023 @ 4:54 PM Pacific Standard Time
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