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Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
If you're looking for an open book,
Look no further, I am yours.
We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree
We can do anything that turns you up
and sets you free.

You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity.
You're all I ever wanted; southern girl,
could you want me?

So come outside and walk with me
We'll try each other on, see if we fit
And with our roots become a tree
To shade what we make under it.
We'll behave like animals, swing from tree to tree.
We can do anything that turns you up
and sets you free.

You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted; southern girl,
could you want me?