| She had a flower in her hair, said she wasn’t from round here
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| I said, «Me neither, girl», ain’t that a daisy?
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| Fancy meeting you like this, girl, I don’t believe this is
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| Only blind coincidence, I’m thinking maybe
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| We should stay awhile, see where it leads us
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| I think we got something cool between us
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| We’ve got two more nights before leaving Pasadena
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| Rhinestone shining on her hips, cotton candy on her lips
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| That was the sweetest kiss I’d ever tasted
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| Friday night rodeo, cut short by a lightning show
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| Even though that rain was freezing, felt good to be in
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| So we stayed a while to see where it’d lead us
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| We had something cool between us
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| And we had one more night before leaving Pasadena
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| We took it slow
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| Till we could find out where it was going
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| We found just what we were needing, right there in Pasadena
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| Sunday morning 'bout a quarter past nine
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| She had to go her way and I had to go mine
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| But I go back there all the time in my mind
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| In my mind, in my mind
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| I’m still in Pasadena (Pasadena)
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| I still smell the freedom in the air |
| Right there in Pasadena
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| I still see that lightning striking back
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| In Pasadena
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| Feel her hands all over me, all over me
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| In Pasadena
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| Wonder if she ever thinks about me
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| Me and Pasadena
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| (Felt good, baby
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| I still see that lightning strike
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| Ooh-whoa, ooh all night
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| Wondering if you’ll ever think about me) |