She's down here, in Dixie
She doesn't try, to fix me
Her sultry Texas drawl
I'm at, her beck, and call
She's my sultry *****
Tain't nothing needing fixin
Her eyes, can make a dream
As honey mixed, with cream
She's got a laugh infectious
She always, leaves me breathless
Her way with me so fine
Everywhere, and every time
She's my Dixie *****
Tain't nothing needing fixin
Her lips, her kisses, mine
She's what makes the south, divine
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
She's down here, in Dixie
She doesn't try, to fix me
Her sultry Texas drawl
I'm at, her beck, and call
She's my sultry *****
Tain't nothing needing fixin
Her eyes, can make a dream
As honey mixed, with cream
She's got a laugh infectious
She always, leaves me breathless
Her way with me so fine
Everywhere, and every time
She's my Dixie *****
Tain't nothing needing fixin
Her lips, her kisses, mine
She's what makes the south, divine
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