She was a lady who could really prance.
And she loved to strut her stuff at the barn dance.
She was queen on the dance floor.
And she attracted any guy who came through the door.
She was sweet as apple pie.
And she would be country until the day she die.
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Again, mesmerizing with charm, simplicity, and point on sense of a country girl,