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Co-written with longtime collaborators Shane McAnally, Luke Laird, and Josh Osborne, the track is a relatable song for those who have been single for a long time.\u00a0It\u2019s\u00a0packed with witty innuendo that only Musgraves can pull off. The first verse\u00a0didn’t\u00a0dilly-dally and\u00a0immediately\u00a0set the tone for the whole song with a hilariously cheeky vibe.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cIt’s\u00a0been a real long three-hundred and thirty-five days \/ And the last time, it\u00a0wasn’t\u00a0good anyway \/\u00a0I’m\u00a0so lonely, lonely with a capital “H” \/ If you know what I mean,\u00a0I’ve\u00a0been sitting on the washing machine.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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(If you\u00a0didn\u2019t\u00a0get the last two lines,\u00a0you\u2019re\u00a0probably too\u00a0young to listen to this song.)\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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The chorus really drives home the singer\u2019s \u201cdry spell,\u201d leaning heavily into playful innuendos: \u201cAin’t\u00a0nobody’s tool up in my shed \/\u00a0Ain’t\u00a0nobody’s boots under my bed \/\u00a0Ain’t\u00a0nobody’s truck up in my drive \/ For a late night call, for a real good time \/\u00a0Ain’t\u00a0no new notches on my belt \/ And I’m tired of\u00a0keepin’ my hands to myself \/ 911, it’s officially a cry for help \/ Y’all, I’m going through a dry spell, yep.\u201d <\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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