Six or seven

G

You’re a six, maybe seven—well, hell, I ain’t goin’ to heaven

C

’Cause the things I thought about you weren’t exactly Sunday clean

G

That trailer park we met in, girl, the whole place smelled like Fritos settlin’

D

Still somehow you looked a ten in that busted neon sheen

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C

Maybe it was beer goggles or the porch light shinin’ wrong

G

But I swear you had me swoonin’ like a cheap romance song

D

Guess even gravel roads can bring the magic on

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G

Your shoe size is a six and your blue-jean size a seven

C

But wrapped up in that denim, girl, you looked like pure perfection

G

Dusk must’ve been about six or seven, ‘cause I couldn’t see too fine

D

You were a six, maybe seven—

C D G

…but girl, somehow you hit me like a ten in my mind

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G

You leaned on that old Ford tailgate, held together by duct-tape fate

C

Still you posed like you were shootin’ for a country music ad

G

Fireflies were floatin’ there, like dollar-store chandelier air

D

And I swear that scene looked classy—though it definitely wasn’t, bad

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C

You laughed and said, “Boy, don’t you dare take me too serious”

G

But the way you popped that bubble gum was nearly religious

D

Praise the Lord for moments cheap and mysterious

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G

Your shoe size is a six and your blue-jean size a seven

C

But the way you winked at me felt like a coupon straight from heaven

G

Dusk must’ve been about six or seven—Lord, the light was borderline

D

You were a six, maybe seven—

C D G

…but that night, girl, you were a ten in my mind

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Em

Maybe I ain’t gettin’ halos

D

But I’ll take a beer and call it grace

C

If lovin’ you is sinful

D

Then save me a front-row hellbound place

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G

Your shoe size is a six and your blue-jean size a seven

C

But the way you stole my heart was Walmart-priced and heaven-sent

G

Dusk must’ve been about six or seven when you nearly blew my mind

D

You were a six, maybe seven—

C D G

…but that night, girl, you were a ten in my mind