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My
mama birthed me in the heat o' summer
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I
knew no happy home out on the range
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I
grew up dancin' to a diff'rent drummer
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I
'xpect that makes you view me kinda strange
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But
if you think that you can work me over
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An'
yearn to turn me into someone new
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Or
wanna train me like your hound dog "Rover"
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Then
listen up 'cause I've got news for you
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You
can't pull the horns off
a
heifer
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You
can't pick the fuzz off a flea
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You
can't peel the spots off a leopard
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So
don't you bother tryin' changin' me
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My
daddy wudn't much like "Mister Cleaver"
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My
features he fought hard to rearrange
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Though
I'm no kin to "Wally" an' "The Beaver"
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There
ain't a blessèd thing that I would change
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So
if you think that you can work me over
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An'
yearn to turn me into someone new
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Or
wanna train me like your hound dog "Rover"
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Then
listen up 'cause I've got news for you
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You
can't pull the horns off
a
heifer
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You
can't pick the fuzz off a flea
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You
can't peel the spots off a leopard
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So
don't you bother tryin' changin' me
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No
you can't pull the horns off
a
heifer
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'N'
you can't pick the fuzz off a flea
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An'
you can't peel the spots off a leopard
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So
don't you bother tryin' changin' me
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I
said don't you bother tryin'
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Or
soon I will be flyin'
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An'
you'll be left here cryin'
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Don't
you bother tryin' changin' me
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