| Carolinah, do your lips
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| Still taste like strawberry wine
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| Summer air, and chamomile?
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| When you pass by, do the stars
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| Still stop and look in your eyes?
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| I know just how they must feel
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| In the morning, do you still
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| Rise like a flower, child
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| And shake the nighttime from your hair?
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| In the twilight hours
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| Do you get up and take a morning shower?
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| I’d give anything to be there
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| Carolinah, let’s get higher
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| Hold my hand and understand
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| Whatever I love I call my home
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| Carolinah
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| Close your eyes and remember the starlit sky
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| Did your boyfriend leave you alone?
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| And in the morning
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| Do you still rise like a flower, child
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| And shake the nighttime
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| From your long, dark hair?
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| Would it be all right to call
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| On you some summer night?
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| Just say the word and I’ll be there
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| Hold my hand whatever I love I call my home
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| I’m a man and you’re my summer daydream girl
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| Carolinah, let’s get higher.
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| Hold my hand
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| Whatever I love I call my home
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| Carolinah, let’s get higher now
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| Carolinah, Carolinah, Carolinah |