Your Dolly Lyrics

He had never been to Dollywood

So I said we should go

I picked a day when Pete was engaged otherwise

Now, together at the ticket booth

we're alone for the first time

and he's halfway handsome, with his lazy eye

Ooh, for all my sins

I love him

Ooh, for all my sins

I love him

Can we go into Dolly's house

His face is a little boy's

I could bottle up that joy and drink it down like juice

A sack of flour by the stove

And newspaper on the walls

The tour is short; her cabin's only three rooms

Ooh, that boyish grin

I love him

Ooh, for all my sins

I love him

After the tour, he peers, detached

His researcher's mask is on

And he asks if I grew up in a place like that

No, Professor, as I recall

I say in a southern drawl

We even had ekel-tricity and all that

At least he's quick to apologize

Or maybe just justify

I just think you're funny like her, that's why

You mean I've got her tits? I say

And his lazy eye meets mine

Of course, he says, You dress much more refined

Ooh, for all his sins

I love him

Ooh, for my sins

I still love him

You could take me home

Love me

You could take me home

I want you to see me

And take me home

Love me

Just take me home

Tell me you see me

And take me home

Love me

Just take me home

I know you don't see me

But take me home

I'll be your dolly