| she’s a pretty girl.
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| she’s a model in the studio.
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| she’s a beauty queen.
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| she’s a knockout.
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| she’s my beauty queen.
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| she’s a fucking knockout.
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| blonde bombshell, blue eyed beauty you rock my fucking world.
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| and she turns me on.
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| like her names lit up on sunset.
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| a model in the making and i’ve fallen for her.
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| and ill fall for her tonight.
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| you are my gleaming goddess.
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| fashion was coincidence.
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| and shell be my supermodel.
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| blonde bombshell, blue eyed beauty you rock my fucking world.
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| can I find myself in the arms of her insanity?
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| heaven says to beware, I could still end up crazy.
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| i’ll shiver to hold my thoughts,
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| but the ghosts in my dreams still seem to creep through my head.
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| and this where my night ends.
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| slipping across the slides of my dreams.
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| this is the end.
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| awaken for the hundredth time.
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| she’s so confusing.
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| if she only knew she rocked my fucking world in all her glory.
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| she’s a girl.
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| she’s a beauty queen.
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| she’s a fucking knockout.
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| i’ll see her on the silver screen.
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| her name in lights burning bright.
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| i’ll see her.
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| she’s burning up. |
| yeah.
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| blonde bombshell, blue eyed beauty you rock my fucking world. |