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(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night
And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights
And she don't like those hurtin' songs
Cause she's already lived 'em
She checks her broken heart there at the door
She ain't looking for romance, she danced that dance before
Well I pity the next poor fool that get caught up in her rhythm
Cause she don't get the blues, she gives 'em
She's been on the losing end of love too many times
And she ain't gonna go for anything you've got in mind
So before you start let me impart
These few words of wisdom
She don't get the blues, she gives 'em
(Chorus)
She don't give the blues, she gives 'em
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