She Got Dressed

He's made of sand
 Not flesh and not bone
 He's as good as the seeds he's sown
 But he loves you so
 Like no one else you know could do
 
 Put your wedding dress on
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 On the tip of my tongue
 As the back beat cracks
 I hit my drum
 I get into the car
 My interrogation starts
 In the passenger seat
 There's a ton of mess of tangled leads
 And a golden ring
 Glimmerin' at her feet
 And the beat it goes on
 She got she
 Got dressed up
 She got dressed up
 She got she
 Got dressed up
 She got dressed up
 And the beat it goes on
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 Is he quick on his feet?
 Does he ever look past you on the street?
 Is he ever on time
 When he's getting home at night?
 In the opposite side
 Every argument keepin' every night
 Is it what you accept?
 Is there anything that's left?
 And the beat it goes on
 She got she
 Got dressed up
 She got dressed up
 And the beat it goes on
 She got she
 Got dressed up
 She got dressed up
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 Beat will go on
 Yeah, the beat will go on
 For the king and the pot
 Yeah, the beat will go on
 Beat will go on
 Yeah, the beat will go on
 For the king and the pot
 Yeah, the beat will go on
 Beat will go on
 Over land over still
 Out of the garden and over the hill
 Beat will go on
 Over land over still
 Out of the garden and over the hill