Song parody of
Down Home Girl
by Nic Armstrong
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Lord, I swear the perfume you wear
Is made out of turnip greens
Every time you kiss me, girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
Oh, you're so down home girl
Every time you monkey child
You take my breath away
Every time you move like that
I gotta get down and pray
Don't you know, that dress of yours
Is made out of fiberglass
And every time you move like that
I gotta go to Sunday mass
Oh, you're so down home girl
I like the [Incomprehensible]
Feel so good
Don't you know why
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
And push you right on in
Just to watch the water roll down
Down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down in Dixieland
I'm gonna watch you do the second line
With an umbrella in your hand
Oh, you're so down home girl
Oh, you're so down home girl
Lord, I swear the perfume you wear
Is made out of turnip greens
Every time you kiss me, girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
Oh, you're so down home girl
Every time you monkey child
You take my breath away
Every time you move like that
I gotta get down and pray
Don't you know, that dress of yours
Is made out of fiberglass
And every time you move like that
I gotta go to Sunday mass
Oh, you're so down home girl
I like the [Incomprehensible]
Feel so good
Don't you know why
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
And push you right on in
Just to watch the water roll down
Down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down in Dixieland
I'm gonna watch you do the second line
With an umbrella in your hand
Oh, you're so down home girl
Oh, you're so down home girl
