Southern Belle - Renata

There’s a pretty girl in southern Alabama, near the Georgia line

She puts me at ease like a soft Summer breeze and sweet Strawberry wine

From the way that she walks to the way that she talks

Yeah, she’s one of a kind

From the first time I saw her, yeah she blew my mind

I had to find a way to make the sweet little thing mine, oh mine

The way that she moved, the way that she grooved

I couldn’t waste any more time

My baby is a southern belle

A dixie queen, buddy you can tell

When she comes around in a crowded room

Heads start turnin' and she’s changin' the mood

I don’t understand what she’s doin'

'Cause she does it so well

My baby is a southern belle

Saturday night, she’s on the dance floor gettin' down

And she’s singin' in the choir when Sunday morning comes around

She’s a crazy little thing, makes my heart wanna sing

Hallelujah, up on high

My baby is a southern belle

A dixie queen, buddy you can tell

When she comes around in a crowded room

Heads start turnin' and she’s changin' the mood

I don’t understand what she’s doin'

'Cause she does it so well

My baby is a southern belle

My baby is a southern belle

A dixie queen, buddy you can tell

When she comes around in a crowded room

Heads start turnin' and she’s changin' the mood

I don’t understand what she’s doin'

'Cause she does it so well

My baby is a southern belle

Southern belle, yeah

Woo!