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Introdução:
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Verse 1
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Lock up your husbands Lock up your sons
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Lock up your whiskey cabinets Girls lock up your guns
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Lock up the beauty shop No tellin' if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus Tell 'em lock up them high heels shoes
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When God-fearin' women get the blues
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There ain't no slap-dab tellin' What they're gonna do
Run around yellin'
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I've stirred my last batch of gravy You don't have to be
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Verse 2
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Call all the deacons Call the ladies aid
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Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors Call every bass
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Well call all the Pentecostals Bring that anointing oil too
Well call the preacher He's the only one can reach her And there ain't no
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*Chorus *
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