| She grew up around here, on that southwest side
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| Where the corn grows, up to the roadside
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| Went to high school here, got that Panther pride
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| She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night
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| She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap
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| Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that
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| New York called when she turned 21
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| But she never forgot, where she came from
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| I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
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| With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
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| I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
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| For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
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| Her mamma’s mamma was born right here
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| And her roots run deeper than that old town square
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| She’s a good girl, but she’s not uptight
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| She can rise and shine and she can hang all night
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| I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
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| With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
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| I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
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| For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
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| She’s got an old soul, she’s the salt of the earth
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| When she gives her love, she knows what it’s worth
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| There’s a lot of pretty girls out there to me
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| But there’s nothing like the one right across the street
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| I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
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| With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
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| I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
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| For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
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| I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
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| Ooh, ooh |