Paroles: Vince Gill. Pocket Full Of Gold. Liza Jane.

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You've got my number
You've got my name
So why don't you call me
Little Liza Jane

You've got that body
You've got that frame
So why don't you call me
Little Liza Jane

Girl I got it bad for you
There ain't nothin' I won't do
Just one kiss and I'll never be the same
Little Liza Jane, oh little Liza Jane

Now you've heard my story
You've got to know my name
So why don't you call me
Little Liza Jane

You've got my number
You've got my name
So why don't you call me
Little Liza Jane