| I want a girl with a college head
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| Not some dizzy mind
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| I want somebody with some sentiment
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| You want to waste my time
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| I want a house in New Orleans
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| You want to hitch a ride
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| Some come on back when you can make some tea
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| And read St. Augustine
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| I like the way you look outside
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| Its not like the secrets that you try to hide
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| I kind of like the way you talk so tough
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| There’s only one road to go down
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| You gotta take it right out of town
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| She’s like an angel with no wings
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| And don’t you know she flies with strings attached
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| Who said romance was a chosen thing
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| Baby, it chose you
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| Who said there’s someone perfect in the wings
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| Perfection isn’t you
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| Its not the way you look outside
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| Its not the boyfriend that you try to hide
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| I kind of like the way you stand so bold
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| There’s only one road to go down
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| You gotta take it right out of town
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| She’s like an angel with no wings
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| And don’t you know she flies with strings attached
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| Oh, my Lord
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| You can kill me where I lay
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| And it’s alright that you sing
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| No serenade
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| And its okay, baby
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| You’re an angel without wings
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| And its alright, girl
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| That you’re flying with strings attached
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| There’s only one road to go down
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| You gotta take it right out of town
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| She’s like an angel with no wings
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| And don’t you know she flies with strings attached |