| Everybody’s singing 'bout whiskey
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| Everybody’s talkin' 'bout tequila
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| Moonshine drippin' in the moonlight
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| Lips tastin' like sangria
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| There’s always a time for strawberry wine
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| But it ain’t that time right now
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| Don’t buy me a beer when I’m sittin' here
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| Give me something that’s sweet going down
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| Rosé all day
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| I’m talkin' pretty in pink
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| Baby, that’s my kinda drink
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| You can call it what you want, but everybody loves a good cliché
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| Don’t need no bougie sommelier
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| There’s no point in askin' 'cause I’m gonna say, «Rosé»
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| It doesn’t matter how gray the skies are (Skies are)
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| Or how much greener everybody’s grass is
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| Everything’s gonna look brighter (Brighter)
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| When you see it through a rose colored glass
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| Rosé all day
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| I’m talkin' pretty in pink
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| Baby, that’s my kinda drink
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| You can call it what you want, but everybody loves a good cliché
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| Don’t need no bougie sommelier
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| There’s no point in askin' 'cause I’m gonna say, «Rosé»
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| Give me that rosé
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| That’s right
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| Want some of that rosé
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| (Hey) Out of a bottle or out of a box
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| Pop off that cork or twist off that top
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| Drink it from crystal or out of a can
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| As long as it’s cold, and it’s here in my hand
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| Yeah, that rosé
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| Give me that rosé
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| Rosé all damn day
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| I’m talkin' pretty in pink
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| Bab, that’s my kinda drink
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| You can call it what you want, but everybody loves a good cliché
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| Don’t need no bougie sommelier
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| There’s no point in askin' 'cause I’m gonna say, «Rosé»
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| Give me that rosé
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| That’s right
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| I know I want it, I gotta have it
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| You get me that, go get me that rosé |