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Clay Walker Lyrics
White Palace Lyrics
She works the late night shift down at the hamburger house
She pins back her hair Lord, she gets them orders out
She�s always smilin� when she sees me walk in
�Cause she knows I�ll be stayin� just as long as I can
Them milk shakes must be good, �cause I just can't get my fill
Since the first time she made me one I�ve been head over heels
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The tag on her shirt says "Hello, my name is Alice"
And I�ll be doggone if she ain�t the prettiest thing I�ve ever seen in Dallas
Her blue eyes they shine brighter than the Aurora Borealis
Lord she looks like a queen workin� in that white palace
When she works the drive-thru window I burn up a tank of gas
I get one thing at a time, so I can make another pass
Well I bet I�m the only one who ever gives her a tip
�Cause I love to hear "thank you" comin� from those sweet red lips
Someday I�ll get the nerve and ask her for a date
And we�ll drive out to Fort Worth and I�ll buy her a T-bone steak
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