| You got your feet squeezed into heels that hurt
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| 'Cause they go with the job and they go with the skirt
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| And you got to look good when you’re out there climbin' ladders
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| You go above and beyond and then way beyond that
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| You do it all yeah, you wear every hat
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| Hopin' someone that matters will realize you matter
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| But all that really matters is it’s Friday
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| And the sun is shining over my way.
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| Toss your heels in the backseat
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| Drive home in your bare feet
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| Throw in that Van Morrison CD
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| Chip away little by little 'til you find your groove
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| I’ll pick up some take-out
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| We can just hang out
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| Levi’s and wine, blankets and lights down
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| Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you
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| When you’re with me You got nothing to prove.
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| I can listen all night if you want to talk
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| Or we can lay here and say nothing at all
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| I already know who you are and that I love you
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| So baby take a long deep breath and exhale
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| 'Cause all you got to be tonight is yourself.
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| Toss your heels in the backseat
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| Drive home in your bare feet
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| Throw in that Van Morrison CD
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| Chip away little by little 'til you find your groove
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| I’ll pick up some take-out
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| We can just hang out
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| Levi’s and wine, blankets and lights down
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| Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you
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| When you’re with me Girl you got nothing to prove
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| You got nothing to prove.
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| I’ll pick up some take-out
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| We can just hang out
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| Levi’s and wine, blankets and lights down
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| Lay your head right here on my shoulder and just be you
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| When you’re with me You got nothing to prove
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| When we’re together
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| You got nothing to prove.
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| Oh, you got nothing to prove
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| You got nothing to prove
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| You got nothing to prove… |