| She hails from Boston
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| She hates the sound that goodbyes make
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| She loves Sundays and champagne
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| She can’t stand the winter
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| She can’t stand anything that she can’t change
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| Oh, that she can’t change
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| She is whatever she wants to be
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| She is a little of everything
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| Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way
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| She’s got the world in her fingertips
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| And she makes beauty look effortless
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| And I want everything she is, she is, she is
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| Oh, I want everything she is
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| Oh
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| Well, we talk for hours
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| But she wrote the book on hard to get
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| No, it don’t matter what I say
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| I could buy her flowers
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| That’s just too cliché to impress a girl like her
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| But you know, I kinda like it that way
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| She is whatever she wants to be
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| She is a little of everything
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| Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way
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| She’s got the world in her fingertips
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| And she makes beauty look effortless
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| And I want everything she is, she is, she is, she is
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| Oh, she is all I think about
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| And I can’t do without
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| The good, the bad, the somewhere in-between
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| Oh, 'cause I want everything
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| She is
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| Whatever she wants to be
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| She is a little of everything
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| Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way
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| She’s got the world in her fingertips
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| And she makes beauty look effortless
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| And I want everything she is, she is, she is
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| I want everything she is, she is, she is
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| Oh, mixed up, so tough
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| She’s got a little of everything
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| And I can’t get enough
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| She hails from Boston
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| She hates the sound that goodbyes make |