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Twain Shania Shania Twain

She hosts a T.V. show, she rides the rodeo She plays the bass in a band She's an astronaut, a valet at the parking lot A farmer, working the land She

In your arms In your arms, I can still feel the way you want me When you hold me I can still hear the words you whispered When you told me I can stay

He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch tenderly Then he'd lay me down and make

Mind if I sit down? Can I buy you a round? Haven't seen your face before, are you new in town? It's the same old line, oh, every time Are you here alone

Come on I'm lookin' for a lover Who can rev his little engine up He can have a '55 Chevy Or a fancy little pick-up truck He's got a cool Cadillac With

I'm not sayin' I have all the answers And I don't care who's right or wrong I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces already fallin' And put them back where they

Whose bed have your boots been under? Whose bed have your boots been under? And whose heart did you steal I wonder? This time did it feel like thunder

I just swear That I'll aways be there I give anything And everything And I will always care Through weakness and strength Happiness and sorrow For better

Am I dreamin' or stupid? I think I've been hit by Cupid But no one needs to know right now I met a tall, dark and handsome man And I've been busy makin