| She could have had anything she wanted
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| The world lay at her feet
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| 'Cause the oldest son of a well-to-do banker
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| Offered her easy street
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| Pearls and diamonds and french perfumes
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| To take her breath away
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| Well, she got everything she wanted
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| Just look where she is today
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| She’s riding in my old car
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| Sitting right next to me Inner tubes piled on the top
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| Headed out to Crooked Creek
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| Gonna float throgh the afternoon
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| Hold hands and drift away
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| Anybody can see she loves me Look where she is today
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| She could have had a heart shaped pool
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| And a yard like a puttin' green
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| But she likes to feel her toes in the mud
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| Wearin' her cut-off jeans
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| She says right beside me Is where she wants to stay
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| If you want a good look at a love that’s true
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| Just look where she is today
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| She’s riding in my old car
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| Sitting right next to me Inner tubes piled on the top
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| Headed out to Crooked Creek
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| Gonna float throgh the afternoon
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| Hold hands and drift away
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| Anybody can see she loves me Just look where she is today
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| Alright
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| Gonna float through the afternoon
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| Hold hands and drift away
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| Anybody can see she loves me Just look where she is today
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| Anybody can see she loves me Just look where she is today |