i know a girl who’s a country singer
she sings about love and broken hearts
she points her axe and she pulls the trigger,
she’ll shoot you dead with just six strings, her
notes become bullets that tear you apart…
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This girl plays a tele, this girl plays it mean
you watch your lip, she’ll shoot from the hip
and spitshine your eardrums clean.
she don’t show no quarter
she won’t make a scene
but i’d head for the door when she’s counting to four
she’s a mean telecaster machine…
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I know a girl who’s a country player
but she don’t pick and she don’t strum
she takes that stage like a blonde tornado
attacks that song like a dragon slayer
you’re only safe blind deaf and dumb
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(and) when she straps on that tele, son
i’ll bet you’ll be surprised
you won’t be hearin lynn anderson
or linda, loretta or ms parton,
but ana and bonnie and susan by gum
and you’ll stay til sunrise…
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but get her off on her lonesome
you’re in for quite a surprise
she’ll grab your heart and then some,
you’ll think you’re young and handsome
get ready to pay the ransom
when she aims between your eyes…
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This girl plays a tele, this girl plays it mean
you watch your lip, she’ll shoot from the hip
and spitshine your eardrums clean
she don’t show no quarter
she won’t make a scene
but i’d head for the door when she’s counting to four
she’s a mean telecaster machine…
jmidworth 
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