| If it’s not those cowboy boots in the summer
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| Oh my God I pray for another
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| Chance to drive down back highways
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| Til I stumble upon your beautiful face
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| Your presence isn’t what kills me It’s that artistic gleam
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| That’s taking over my scenery
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| Dream by dream
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| You might think I’m incapable
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| Of loving a soul like yours
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| You might think I’m a fool
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| For you
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| Cause Girl you got style
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| That’s what I love about you
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| The way that you sit back (oh, how you sit back)
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| And watch this grow
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| You got dreams
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| And therefore I believe in you
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| All the small town people with their big remarks
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| They ain’t got jack to say about my movie star
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| She’s got style
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| dadadadadadada oooohhh ohhh
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| She’s got Style
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| dadadadadadada oooohhh ohhh
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| If its not the fact that I’m a wee bit younger
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| Or the truth that I’m so naive
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| My heart keeps leaping back to you
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| Like a dog tied to a tree
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| I know it sounds crazy
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| Its ridiculous to me But without you by my side girl
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| You might think I’m incapable
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| Of loving a soul like yours
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| You might think I’m a fool
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| For you
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| Girl you got style
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| That’s what I love about you
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| The way that you sit back (oh, how you sit back)
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| And watch this grow
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| You got dreams
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| And therefore I believe in you
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| All the small town people with their big remarks
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| They ain’t got jack to say about my movie star
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| What are the odds of finding someone just like you
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| Tell me why I never wanted to go back home
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| I’m still falling for you today |