| Oh no, I’ve never been to L. A
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| I’ve never hung around with so many nuts
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| And ye said that there’d be drunk and hot girls
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| But I’m not tryin' to mess with no sluts
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| Cuz I just need a girl like you
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| Who doesn’t wanna shop at Dior
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| So come inside and lock that hotel door
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| I wanna learn a little more
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| Oh (oh), this ain’t groupie love
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| Cuz you mean so much to me
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| Oh (oh), you’re my Bebe Buell
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| You’re my Puerto Rican Pamela Lee
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| And I’m here and I’m now
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| And I’m chasing the charts
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| I’m tryin' to buy myself a house in the hills
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| I’m in town
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| And you’re down (oh)
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| So let’s go
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| Now, you know that I’ve been locked up in school
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| And I’ve been foamin' at the mouth for a while
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| And you might be everything that I need
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| But maybe I just need to get wild
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| Cuz all these females lookin' sexy
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| Start to make me think like a perv
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| And I’ve been waiting so long that it hurts
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| I only want what I deserve
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| Cuz you mean so much to me…
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| This is my dream
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| All I wanted was to be seen
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| Woah, oh oh
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| Oh oh
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| Feelings are strong
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| Let’s cut our losses, move it along
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| Woah, oh oh
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| Oh oh |