| Some girls want to go where the sun shines
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| Stir up a drink and a good time
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| Laying out on a towel in the sand
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| Texting her friends, working on a tan
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| Some are shaking pom poms for the fans in the bleachers
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| Dancing to the beat through the big loudspeakers
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| Some are at the mall just shopping for clothes
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| And all the boys, they just want to go
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| Where the girls are
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| No matter how far, they are
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| Miles away or across the street
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| Wherever they’re at is where we want to be
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| Think about 'em night and day
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| Won’t ever go away
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| I guess that’s why we always try so hard
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| To get to where the girls are
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| Yeah, they’re the reason any boy’s ever college-bound
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| The fuel that keeps trucks heading into town
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| It’s right around the age of thirteen
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| Been jumping hurdles, long just to see
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| Where the girls are
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| No matter how far, they are
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| Miles away or across the street
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| Wherever they’re at is where we want to be
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| Think about 'em night and day
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| Won’t ever go away
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| I guess that’s why we always try so hard
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| To get to where the girls are
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| To get to where the girls are
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| Underneath the stars or the hood of the car
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| In a church pet or a dive bar
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| Here or there
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| Or anywhere
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| Where the girls are
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| No matter how far
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| A hundred miles away or across the street
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| Wherever they’re at is where we want to be
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| Where the girls are
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| No matter how far, they are
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| Miles away or across the street
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| Wherever they’re at is where we want to be
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| Think about 'em night and day
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| Won’t ever go away
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| I guess that’s why we always try so hard
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| To get to where the girls are
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| Where the girls are
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| Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get
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| To where the girls are
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| Gotta get, gotta get, gotta get
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| To where the girls are … |