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She's Fine Lyrics - High Noon - Jerrod Niemann

Nah, nah, they don't grow 'em like that in the city, nah, nah 

Nah, nah, you can't buy that kinda pretty 

 

When she walks in chins drop like hammers 

She's a hot mamma jamma from her head to her toes 

She's that kinda moment, makes you wish you had a camera 

Catch a glimpse of her glamour, eyes follow where she goes 

 

She's fine and she lets it show 

She's fine and everybody knows 

She's fine, truth be told 

She's finally mine to hold 

They don't grow 'em like that in the city 

 

She talks that kinda talk that causes a commotion 

Puts your mind in motion, make the room spin around 

When doors lock and the party gets goin' 

Her body is a potion I can't put down 

 

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She's fine and she lets it show 

She's fine and everybody knows 

She's fine, truth be told 

She's finally mine to hold 

They don't grow 'em like that in the city 

 

Well, I gotta say baby I want you 

Tongue tied, no lie, now don't you 

Take me as playin', I'm sayin' 

I gotta be in your world 

You make me feel like dancin' 

All night moonlight romancin' 

No fear girl, take this chance and 

Let go and let love lead 

I got to get us together 

 

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Maybe you could be mine forever 

Never know, might be this moment 

I'm in a haze and you're the wanted I'm lookin' for somethin' like you 

Ain't never seen nothin' like you 

You're like a country goddess 

I've seen hot but you're the hottest 

 

Nah, you can't buy that kinda pretty 

She's so, she's so, so fine and she lets it show 

She's fine and everybody knows 

She's fine, truth be told 

She's finally mine to hold 

You can't buy that kinda pretty 

They don't grow 'em like that in the city 

You can't buy somethin' God given pretty 

Whatever it costs, I just gotta make her mine 

Sell my soul to the Reaper if I could keep her 

Man, she's fin 

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