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Lyrics SHE TALKS LIKE A SAILOR (The Girlfriend Song) She’s a foul-mouthed femme fatale When she’s cruisin’ the mall She can cuss a blue streak And start a little barroom brawl She’s got some four-letter words And they never fail her I love me a girl that talks like a sailor She’ll tell some bathroom tales Just to make my daddy blush Like when she asked an old lady beside her For a courtesy flush I didn’t think my momma Could turn any paler I love me a girl that talks like a sailor She’s got a wicked way with words That just can’t be beat She’ll make some middle finger magic Just in case the point was incomplete Now, my baby got a little bilingual Down in Mexico Talkin’ trash to the locals And usin’ words that I didn’t know (no hablo…) I had to slip the cops a twenty So they wouldn’t jail her I love me a girl that talks like a sailor My baby’s always got One foot in the trailer I love me a girl that talks like a sailor |
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