I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of
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You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it
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And I'll admit it, girl, I said it and I meant it
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Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we damn sure different
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It's been a week since you went and hit the highway
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And made it clear that I oughta have it my way
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But my way looks a whole lot better
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With just my truck in the driveway
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And I hope you find you
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A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
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And I hope you find you a guy
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With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
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And it ain't that I want you to think
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That I hate every single little thing you do
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But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
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I hope that's true
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You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash
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I was high but I guess I wasn't high class
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Enough to show up with you on your arm
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We were never gonna be two kids on a farm
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And I hope you find you
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A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
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And I hope you find you a guy
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With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
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And it ain't that I want you to think
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That I hate every single little thing you do
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But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
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I hope that's true
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And I could sit here bitter and bitchin'
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And wishin' things woulda gone different
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But that don't sound nothin' like me at all
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Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'?
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And I hope you find you
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A high rollin' high-rise view that you don't get in the country
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And I hope you find you a guy
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With some dollar sign eyes and a pocket full of money
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And it ain't that I want you to think
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That I hate every single little thing you do
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But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you
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I hope that's true
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Yeah, I hope that's true
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Oh, I hope that's true
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And I hope that's true
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