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Jerry Leiber/L. Butler Lord I swear, the perfume you wear Is made out of turnip greens And every time that I kiss you girl It tastes like pork and beans Even though youЎЇre wearinЎ® them Citified high heels I can tell by your giant steps That youЎЇve been walkinЎЇ through cotton fields Ohhhhhh, youЎЇre some down home girl Your shoes are green, your dress is red And your wiggy head is powder blue But underneath all of that mess, Well youЎЇre still the same old messy you YouЎЇre sittin there in that fancy chair Just drinkinЎЇ champaigne like a movie star When ya oughta be sittinЎЇ on a sidewalk Drinkin white lightninЎЇ Out of a jelly jar Oh, youЎЇre some down home girl Dimples in your pretty cheeks