If I Was A Woman (feat. Blake Shelton)

Blake, if I was a woman
Trace, if I was a woman
If I was a woman I'd love a man like me

I got a strip in Oklahoma stretch as far as the eyes can see
Well I got my own little mountain back home in Tennessee
(Oh hell, listen to this)
I got a jet airplane and I can fly you high and far
(Yeah well, check this baby)
I got my own helicopter, I'll pick you up in your front yard

If I was a woman
Hey, if I was a woman
If I was a woman I'd love a man like me

I'd want a man who had a sensitive side
Well I'd want a man who ain't afraid to cry
Well I'd love me a man who could love me all night long
Well I'd love me a man who had the guts to sing this song

If I was a woman
No if I was a woman
If I was a woman I'd love a man like me

Yeah, if I-
Oh, we ain't supposed to sing yet
You're too stupid to be a woman
Hey, kiss my-

Yeah, if I was a woman
I'd be struckin' on some beach somewhere
(Ah that's a good one right there)
In my , everybody stop and stare

Hey if I was a woman
No if I was a woman
If I was a woman I'd love a man like me

Trace, if I was a woman
If I was a woman I'd love a man like me
No, I'd love a man like me

Uh, you sounded like a woman on that high note

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