The Oliver Moore Band - She Got Me Right

She wears her dirty jeans down low
Her leather belt is just for show
Her bottom bells are scraping ground
I can't believe she's never been found

She said Hold Me, Wrap me up tight
Her Stark white Blonde Hair
Has got me right

Her tomboy legs are bruised and sore
From spending summers on the river shore
She Never passes on a serving of cheese fries
Everlasting beauty in these eyes

She said Hold Me, Wrap me up tight
Her Stark white Blonde Hair
Has got me right

My Mamma told me, To befriend, To be friends with the Germans
My Mamma told me, To befriend, Befriend the high class
So you see I met this girl of my dreams
And how she seems
Just, Just like my Mamma

Just, Just like my Mamma
Dirty Jeans down low
Just, Just like my Mamma
Leather belt for show
Just, Just like my Mamma
Rather impulsive and ready to go
And she got me right

Her eyes are green when in a lazy mood
When a tiny bit naughty they fade to blue, now
White belly showing Junior Mint T-Shirt

She said Hold Me, Wrap me up tight
Her Stark white Blonde Hair
Has got me right
Got me right

Just, Just like my Mamma
Dirty Jeans down low
Just, Just like my Mamma
Leather belt for show
Just, Just like my Mamma
Rather impulsive and ready to go
And she got me right

Written by:
The Oliver Moore Band

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