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Bleach blonde hair and no tan lines at least |
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That's what |
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I dream at night star dust eyes |
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That shine pacific blue from her toes to her |
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Halo she's been blessed with a body |
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You would have to buy out west she walks |
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And talks a different attitude her smile |
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Is so much brighter than this stupid place |
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You can almost here |
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Hollywood calling her name |
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She's so California she should have a star |
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On Hollywood blvd. drive around in a |
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Lamborghini sports car |
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Summer sun clear yeah she's sexy she's so sunset |
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Strip teases me here right there on the front porch swing |
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I swear I hear the beach boys sing peach street sign |
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Just like |
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Rodeyo drive tight tank top and low rise jeans |
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Now I know what earthquake means |
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She really makes this small town come alive |
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When she walks into church in her summer dress |
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Oh even the preacher has to confess |
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She's so California she should have a star on |
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Hollywood blvd. |
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Drive around in a |
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Lamborghini sports car |
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Whisper words callin' the menace copper tone medal |
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Hillbilly baby walkin' sweet talkin' angel in |
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Memphis |
