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Mr. Suzy Copyright©2003, Michael S. Robinson All eyes are on Suzy, when we go into town, Poured into her Wranglers or a long, satin gown. She's a figure of speach, more a verb than a noun, 'cause she's a look-at-me kind of gal. Wherever we go, she's a causin' a stir. Why, even the ladies are a lookin' at her. Suzy brings me respect; Folks address me as "Sir" 'cause she's a look-at-me kind of gal. Chorus: To be in the spotlight isn't my kind of thing, but I still popped the question and provided the ring. You can call me "Mr. Suzy," her devotee and pal, 'cause she's a look-at-me kind of gal. As we walk down the road, Suzy's takin' a toll. Cars are skiddin' and slidin' and plumb, outa control. She's a feast for the eyes and a song for the soul 'cause she's a look-at-me kind of gal. The cowboys get distracted at the big rodeo, and the bulls, they just gawk, so it ruins the show. She'll rivet your attention, whether man, beast, or fowl, 'cause she's a look-at-me kind of gal. Chorus: To be in the spotlight isn't my kind of thing, but I still popped the question and provided the ring. You can call me "Mr. Suzy," her devotee and pal, 'cause she's a look-at-me kind of gal.
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