Barefoot Gal

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She’s my barefoot girl (she don’t wear no shoes)
She’s my barefoot girl (she don’t wear no shoes)
She don’t wear no shoes, I’m crazy ‘bout my barefoot girl

She was born in the country and she don’t like shoes
But she sure digs dancing to the rhythm and blues
Swinging and jumping to the band’s backbeat
Stompin’ on the floor with her big bare feet

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On Saturday night, we have a ball
Party all night at the union hall
The cat’s be shouting, “man, ain’t she sweet”
Out on the floor with them big bare feet

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Them Guccis just don't fit her right
And them Louis Vetans are way too tight
Don't want no flats or pumps or boots
Got big ol feet gotta let them loose

When the party's over and they lock the door
She don't wanna leave til she gets some more
Steps outside right into the street
She'll be dancin til dawn on them big bare feet

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