Tami Neilson — Miss Jones

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Big mouth, talkin’ sass
Shinin’ with her big brass
Haters, they can kiss her ass
Before the door hits it
Drop the mic, don’t care
Bring the fire everywhere
Tell her no, don’t you dare
The girl is gonna get it
Get it, get it, yeah, alright

Swingin’ skirt, feet jumpin’
Man, that woman sure is somethin’
Gets your blood pumpin’
Damn, the girl can sing
One hundred nights and days
The Queen and Kings play
Tearin’ up every stage
A hurricane on legs
Look out, look out, yeah, alright

Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones

Genuine, real deal
Girl has always kept it real
Don’t ya know she’s still here?
Can’t ya hear her sing?
Heavens yes, Hell no
This ain’t Mama’s last show
Teachin’ angels, don’t you know
To get up off their things
Get up, get up, yeah, alright

Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones

M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah
M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yes
M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah yeah yeah
M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yes

Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones

Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Ain’t no one above ya, Miss Jones
Miss Jones, Miss Jones
Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones