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Lindsey Lane
Lindsey Lane
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Lindsey Lane
Lindsey Lane
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Lyndsey Hall
Lyndsey Hall
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She comes from old family money down in the south Got a rebel flag flyin' and sailor's mouth She shoots straight whiskey like she shoots a gun She ain't the kinda girl a momma wants for her son She's the first long drag on a Marlboro Light She's got her daddy's temper and she's always right You hate to see her go but love to watch her leave She's the kind of girl that's got tricks up her sleeve Southern belle Raisin' hell Southern belle And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn She wears her daisy dukes and she wears 'em proud She'll do karaoke and attract a crowd She'll be your Fireball Friday or your sweet Sunday morn' She's the kinda girl that leaves you wantin' more Southern belle Raisin' hell Southern belle And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn Southern belle Raisin' hell Southern belle And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn Southern belle Raisin' hell Southern belle And quite frankly my dear she just don't give a damn Southern belle Raisin' hell Southern belle And quite frankly my dear I just don't give a damn
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