| Well I hear in Miami they have a lot of girls
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| Who toast their flesh in the sun
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| Living on allowances they receive from the old man at home
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| To keep up appearances to have fun
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| Hey baby
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| Living in Miami
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| I know you’re hip to those hotel alibies
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| I know you’re nowhere near twenty
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| But I ain’t the kind to kiss and tell or tell lies
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| Well they are easy to look at, they are hard to hold
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| They have high opinions of themselves
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| But at night you can find them drinking in the bar
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| Wishing that they could find somebody else
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| Well they pull and tug on their high fashion clothes
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| As they strip off their armour in their apartment bedrooms
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| They wish that somewhere they can find a spark
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| Well their sights and visions and dreams are set high
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| They think the world can be won with a smile
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| I hear 'em giggle out loud, lost in the crowd
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| Give me a cuddle when we get outside
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| Hey baby
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| Living in Miami
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| I know you’re hip to those hotel alibies
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| I know you’re nowhere near twenty
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| But I ain’t the kind to kiss and tell or tell lies |