't fair for you to leave me cold and cryin' in the night It ain't fair to take your body from my arms and out of sight It ain't fair you've gone and left
It ain't fair for you to leave me cold and cryin' in the night It ain't fair to take your body from my arms and out of sight It ain't fair you've gone
I'm not the kind of girl that married 'Dear Dad' I don't bake apple pies and cookies from scratch I'm not even handy with a needle or thread But you'll
(Dolly Parton) Oh look at you boy, look at them jeans Cutest little buttfull I've ever seen I'd like to find you under my tree Whatcha tryin' to do
I'm not the kind of girl that married dear dad I don't bake apple pies and cookies from scratch I'm not even handy with a needle or thread But you'll
Translation: Parton, Dolly. I'll Make Your Bed.
Translation: Parton, Dolly. Whatcha Tryin' To Do To Me.
