| So you’re saying every boat we’re hanging at the beach in Costa Rica
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| Maybe then you’d let me buy you one or two rounds of cocoronaritas
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| And if I hear you right, if we were sipping on red wine somewhere in Paris
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| You might take me back to your hotel room, kiss me in the lights out on the
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| terrace
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| So you’re saying there’s a chance
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| We get end up on the dancefloor
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| Your hands up in my pants, back pocket swaying
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| So you’re saying there’s a chance
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| We could wind up on your porch
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| Leaning you against your door
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| Slow-kissing, lip-twisting, hearts falling in a trance
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| One in a million shot of finding true romance
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| Oh baby, so you’re saying there’s a chance
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| So you’re saying if I took this napkin and wrote a song about your blue eyes
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| Jump up on the stage, grab that guitar and sing my ass off in the spotlight
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| And if that song went straight to number one and you could crank it in your
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| Camry
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| Then I’d have better odds of buying you just one more appletini
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| So you’re saying there’s a chance
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| We get end up on the dancefloor
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| Your hands up in my pants, back pocket swaying
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| So you’re saying there’s a chance
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| We could wind up on your porch
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| Leaning you against your door
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| Slow-kissing, lip-twisting, hearts falling in a trance
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| One in a million shot of finding true romance
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| Oh baby, so you’re saying there’s a chance
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| Just when I’m about to tip my hat and leave you sitting there
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| I notice that you’re smiling at me playing with your hair
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| All this time you’ve been teasing, baby, that ain’t rare
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| So you’re saying there’s a chance
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| We get end up on the dancefloor
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| Your hands up in my pants, back pocket swaying
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| So you’re saying there’s a chance
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| We could wind up on your porch
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| Leaning you against your door
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| Slow-kissing, lip-twisting, hearts falling in a trance
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| One in a million shot of finding true romance
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| Oh baby, so you’re saying there’s a chance
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| There’s a chance |