| Most girls don’t tick all of the boxes
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| More baggage than my LA ex and don’t know who The Knocks is
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| Most girls are made-in-China plastics
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| Over-the-counter counterfeits, emotional gymnastics
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| It’s summertime in Los Angeles
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| Breathing easy on the sand 'til the sunburn hits
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| In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
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| To the girl I’m gonna man
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| Hell, we’re gonna be famous
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| Come on and roll me up the sun
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| Cause I’m on one
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| I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
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| Be bad as hell, take no one’s shit
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| She’d be a boss and so legit
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| I, I, I, I
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| I wish I could find my sweet escape
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| We could drink pink lemonade
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| And stay in bed and dream away
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| I, I, I, I
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| I wish
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| Most girls are beautiful in pictures
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| They’re smoke-and-mirror Juliets, they’re Penn and Teller sisters
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| Yeah, most girls are post-traumatic stresses
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| My fight or flight is up all night untangling their messes
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| Like summertime in Los Angeles
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| Breathing easy on the sand til the sunburn hits
|
| In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
|
| To the girl I’m gonna man
|
| Hell, we’re gonna be famous
|
| Come on and roll me up the sun
|
| Cause I’m on one
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| I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
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| Be bad as hell, take no one’s shit
|
| She’d be a boss and so legit
|
| I, I, I, I
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| Yeah, I wish I could find my sweet escape
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| We could drink pink lemonade
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| And stay in bed and dream away
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| I, I, I, I
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| I wish
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| And all the valley girls will come
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| With me and Ringo on the drums
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| Yeah, I’m on one
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| I wish I could find my Taylor Swift
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| Be bad as hell, take no one’s shit
|
| She’d be a boss and so legit
|
| I, I, I, I
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| Yeah, I wish I could find my sweet escape
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| We could drink pink lemonade
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| And stay in bed and dream away
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| I, I, I, I
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| I wish |