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I slipped on her shoe; she was a perfect size seven. 
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I said, "There's no smoking in the store, ma'am." 
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She crossed her legs and then 
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We made some small talk; that's where it should have stopped. 
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She slipped me her number; I put it in my pocket. 
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My hand slipped up her skirt; everything slipped my mind 
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In that little roadhouse 
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On Highway 29. 

It was a small town bank; it was a mess. 
Well, I had a gun.  You know the rest. 
Money on the floorboards, shirt was covered in blood 
And she was cryin'; her and me we headed south 
On Highway 29.