| You’re up on your high heels, you’re up on the bar
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| You’re up on a level, up there with the shooting stars
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| Dancing around the drinks with honkey tonk angel wings
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| Making the party sing, yeah, that’s my baby
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| It ain’t even midnight yet, there’s a whole lot of neon left
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| Looks like we’re gonna get all kinds of crazy
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| We’ll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
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| Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
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| Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
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| Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me up
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| You’re up on the tailgate, you’re up on a 3 beer buzz
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| You’re up like the music pumping out of the cab of my truck
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| Up where the city lights can’t help but get, get outshined
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| By the blue jeans and brown eyes I pull in closer
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| Yeah, this night’s far from over with
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| Still up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
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| Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
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| Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
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| Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me
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| Up on a high like I’m walking on clouds
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| Baby, tonight I don’t wanna come down
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| You’ll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
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| Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
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| Twisting that bottle, tipping that cup
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| Girl, the way you rock me, you know that you got me
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| Up on a high like I’m walking on clouds
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| Baby, tonight I don’t wanna come down
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| I don’t wanna come down |