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---She Treats Her Body Like a Temple---
--Confederate Railroad--

She takes spinning class, she cooks low fat
Always passes on the butter pats
She's regimented, resolute
Looks dang good in her birthday suitShe wishes I would walk the line
But most the time I don't
She treats her body like a temple
And I treat mine like a honky tonkI cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes
And hang out with the band
The only exercise I get
Is curling 12 ounce cansHer motto is, 'Just do'
And mine's, 'Do what you want'
She treats her body like a temple
Hey, I treat mine like a honky tonkShe never goes no where till she does her hair
And takes the time to find the perfect thing to wear
Me, I'm out there on the town
In day old Bermuda's with the zipper downShe smells like a field of flowers
And I smell like a swamp
She treats her body like a temple
And I treat mine like a honky tonkI cuss and smoke and tell bad jokes
And hang out with the band
The only exercise I get
Is curling 12 ounce cansHer motto is, 'Just do'
Mine's, 'Do what you want'
She treats her body like a temple
And I treat mine like a honky tonkHer motto is, 'Just do'
Mine's, 'Do what you want'
She treats her body like a temple
I treat mine like a honky tonkShe treats her body like a temple
I treat mine like a honky tonkAw boys, don't quit on me now